I just ate
last year’s
mass of characters,
thoughts of type and
sign waves,
my half-revolution came
from seeing the same
side of the sun again.
Elliptic trips
blurred with the present,
a prison meal of
eatsleepthinkwrite
and accidental crying
like pissing my pants.
It’s raining here.
A lot.
This trip’s almost over
though it won’t really end.
But I think the food will be better.
c.e.s
10.11.2009
Saturday, October 17, 2009
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