FACEBOOK STATUS POETRY

a decision to be slow, and flow–hurry is broken and flapping, saying hi and bye in passing and when it comes, it comes & if it goes, so long

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coffee, gray sky, brown city, chewed-up thoughts, layers of Mexican blankets, the heater kicking on like a persistent commentary on the erosion of reservoirs

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I’d like to ooze hypocrisy casually, have spontaneous conversation w/o worry of judgment, be free to say creative & outrageous things–too much thinking stifles

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I’d tell you something wise but then you’d expect consistency

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thrashed in a.m. web of self-loathing, doubting, then heard the clean sweet tweets outdoors penetrate with variation of sun – birds are in a greater reality

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sharp northern charcoal blessings: the cold collection of steel rain onto broad psychic aquifer, brown tree root sky, fine line siding & domestic gables

Lady