Tuesday, May 26, 2009

poem


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I wait to go
bowling the key ring, scabbing the label

drinking as slowly as I can
which ain't very slow, I guess

waiting

texting & texting & texting
how lame-o!

& waiting, of course

hanging out
making your hit counter giddy

making you happy, too

we should build two time machines & place one
inside the other

& ruin waiting forever
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1 comment:

Jamie Gaughran-Perez said...

I likey. But then again, I'm a sucker for time machines.