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i went for the morning jog and found three wood piece which i scan.
i always find something interesting on my walk to the track. I've seen carcass of cats and birds. I've picked up a honey comb cardboard.
Thursday, August 28, 2003
Tuesday, August 26, 2003
Monday, July 01, 2002
Outside the Room
somehow
between the street on 5th and main,
the cane tap out a passage
i'd heard long ago
The message is brailled onto
skins of bike messengers.
smoke furls from hollow lungs.
pretty girls hand out liquid detergents
Street prophets hand out pamplets and lotus.
Outside the room, the gasoline burns.
Inside the room, conditioned boredom.
Outside the room, coins drop into hats,
guitar cases, cupped hands.
somehow
between the street on 5th and main,
the cane tap out a passage
i'd heard long ago
The message is brailled onto
skins of bike messengers.
smoke furls from hollow lungs.
pretty girls hand out liquid detergents
Street prophets hand out pamplets and lotus.
Outside the room, the gasoline burns.
Inside the room, conditioned boredom.
Outside the room, coins drop into hats,
guitar cases, cupped hands.
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