Sunday, January 8, 2012

Curb Notice: collector's item

On Friday, my poem looked like this:

i thought i had more time
sip sip a real treat
let's go riding-the light isn't ideal
it isn't cold enough for winter light
although i like that color in the distance
down and up and back again
this time with flowers
sharpen your focus
and never bike through queens,
you miss all the space stations.

On Saturday, it looked like this:
i am easily overwhelmed
overstimulated
and there is no graceful way
around my overabundance of needs
"that's sticking your neck out, and you don't need to do that."
but, i have always fancied giraffes.
bizarre tongues and legs which walk one side then the other
"i won't be able to sleep yet"
"are you sleeping now?"

On Sunday, you get the weekender's box set.

At breakfast the Q&A is brief.
Q: "Any regrets?"
A: "Only deep-seated character flaws."

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