operations and undercurrents over * off paper

Saturday, September 27, 2014

poem

it doesn't count when happens only in peoples heads
you throw away youth you kiss  baby
and connect this backpack to electrode
i wanted to read about the atmosphere
created by people crying together in 1 room
about talking into the telephone in 1 room
to each other
but i got a bad lung and two and we held on
close at night 

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