April 2012
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I’m in Hickory,
Waiting for the train,
But it doesn’t have a...
– A text message from my father turned into poetry by me
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Wait,
who did you say was going to a Sigur Rós concert in Portland? Oh yeah, that’s me and some of my favorite people.
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Glances from a Stranger
Glance. Glance. Walking further just to Glance. Oh, why I forgot my purpose so I’ll make one. Glance. Thoughts. Eye entertainment, that’s all you are. Glance. Pound. Maybe once more before you leave. Glance. Pound. Pound. Oh, stop it heart, you have plans. Pound. Pound. Pound.
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