Monday, August 24, 2009

college poem 3 of x about 3 of x people in my life

if you will pull me out
we could go for a walk
I could sing you this song
it's okay.
but I am still drowning
in a pool of beer or sadness
I can't tell the difference
is there one?
all math teachers look the same
from a left-handed desk.

I am rendered resolute
with solder and squalor
and a bitten ankle
to ignore you
for the rest of my rust life.

no matter how many times I listen to your album, it's never about me
she isn't even pretty or kind
I didn't see you on campus today
I am not pretty or kind
I am disappointed
ephemerally or eternally?

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