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yeah so here's a few old poems i wrote. someone please share with me the spoiler tag so i don't have to clog up your friends page in the future, eh? enjoy!

poem for nichol ave.

yr semester check
better spent
on insolent smack and p.b.r-
will i find you, cold and blue,
laid out on the bathroom floor?
december's come and gone,
carrying her boxes, bags, and bedsheets
she stopped at the door and sighed, a
layer of frost settling over an almost
empty room

now, as may moves in,
sweeps the carpet green, cleans
i long to sprawl in the sticky sunlight-
sit barefoot
smoke a butt on yr porch
wait around for you all night
while you are glassy-eyed and nodding
off

maybe this year won't render me so useless,
passed out like jesus leaflets
maybe the caffeine twitches and
oversmoking sore throats will cease
but this invisible limb itch remains
(nagging reminder of our amputation)
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poem for new years, 2001

you were
never a true muse
i realize
as I shake seeds from my hair-
maybe pounce for the quill-
"there are many loves,
but few muses"
i'd always said
that I would not write
a single poem
when I finally
gave up my heart
but now,
i sit scribbling and
eyeing the plain paper
wrapped around a
heart shape box-
i was drawn into yr magnet,
briefly,
but yr cold north pole
reflected the
heat of my south

i would warm you within me
incite flowers to bloom
allow ice to melt in hot seas

but i realize that i am
still writing
and you
(sigh and smile)
you get no refund
despite yr return
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yr apartment in college

girls
will be
girls
write bad poetry
lamenting the
loss of men, or
boys
will be
boys
playing video games
forgetting yr
presence on their couch-
hello
i am
not a girl
maybe
not a boy either
today
i slouched,
shook loose from
the passive stance,
grinned-
i love my boys
and my gaggle of girls
with yr sleepy-eyed,
sloe-like smiles
so young and smooth
so smoky and pure-
and
even though we
share one bed
we still part ways
at two different
bathroom doors
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irony drives to paterson for smack

my best friend
the junkie
slouches in the seat
next to me
frowning
as she rolls down
the window and
tells her boyfriend
(also a junkie)
not to smoke; that
cigarettes
are bad for him.