18 October 2010

poetry break!

while i was cleaning today, i found a stack of index cards that mr. andrew and i had done a long time ago. i wanted to share some:


I remember that night. That night, as the sun began to hang low, it reminded me of the marble I always won with, the
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Dear sir or madam, I am sorry to inform you that you house is on fire. It appears a flat iron was left plugged in. Your family pet, Worcestershire, was badly burnt but is safe in the county animal shelter. We are deeply sympathetic and extend our sincerest condolences for your shit. We also ask that you be more careful in the future.
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Yes, you are quite beautiful STOP
But i find that besides the point STOP
I am writing to tell you that i am not coming to your mother's this thanksgiving, or next STOP

I am staying here in the mountains STOP
please rent out my room END TRANSMISSION


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I took a train to San francisco. PLease dont be mad, but don't try to find me. I am by myself in the city, a place where I can make my own direction, somewhere between North and the rest. Do not fear for me. Do not fear for a nything, for Fear is the tool of the devil. And please, do not try to contact me. I will be home for dinner. Please make corn.
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Oh God, what am i doing here?

I don't know my lines.


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Dear Martha STOP It has been too many days and too many nights since I last saw you STOP I am beginning to fear that this mission is not what they told us it would be STOP I am beginning to fear STOP I am writing this from a place STOP they told me I can't tell you where it is STOP But it is a place where I am not supposed to be STOP But I will say th STOPSTOP
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It felt like rain was coming down on me

but there had not been rai n here for several years
you
you cannot know

the way it rolls your spirit through God's great
fingers.

I was in the hands of God that day
When the rains fell.


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Two cents for a bag of doughnuts? Are you trying to trick me? Fuckin'... Get outta there, Poncho!
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my life line has become disconnected from earth.
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