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stop counterculturalism now

A Graduate Student Avoiding his Ph.D., Being Productive,
or Being Creative and Useful in Any Real Way...

small silent earthworms

Wednesday, November 2

In the morning, construction men on Guadalupe open holes in the earth
I smell Fresh ground, reminding me of elementary school ---
I am running around, chasing the girl with the longest hair
Never aimless

At dusk, walking across the cold night air
I want to climb this fence
Lay in the dirt, close my eyes
And imagine you with me,

Aimless invitations
Quiet murmurs
Waking up with cold feet
And a dozen forgetful lovers
posted by Brent, 10:56:00 AM

1 Comments:

that made me sad..or more sad.
commented by Blogger Aly, 4:52 PM  

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