Thursday, August 20, 2009

college poem 1 of x

There is carpet on this balcony
metal music is ok
maybe a little boring
you were in my psych class, right?
we smoked one time before class
and then waxed on Bandera and Chomsky
An inuit roommate
is certainly interesting
even if she is equivalent to buttered pasta
in terms of personality
or texture

will I ever stop being sad
sad and wrapped in the blanket
a friend bought me
but now without moz cat
frankly mr. shankly
I've stopped caring

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