Tuesday, February 25, 2014

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and sometimes i write more
like Bukowski
when i'd really rather be writing
like Berryman
and sometimes i just want to be wanted
more than anything
like O'Hara
and i wrote a poem once on a blank page
in the back of
The Great Fires
and i found it two years later
and everything about it was still
true
and sometimes i'm still alone
at 12:52 a.m.
and you're in bed and everything
has changed
and nothing has changed and
i'm still writing these poems
and your still far away somewhere
one room over

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