Tuesday, April 24, 2007

One Hundred and Nineteenth Entry

I'm not going to lie to you. I'm drunk and I have an hour to put this poem up, so here are the results.

Here's my poem:

PIZZA

Alone on a lake, my politics
stark as the jumping fish in the twilight
of early dawn. Listen to your governor,
DJs spinning the hits, a clock reports
to be broken, and I am to judge it based
on our modern understanding of time,
then I went to the library, now I'm here,
falling asleep to the video game, eyes
shuddering like poor people in the rain,
never wanting to be there, my eyes closing
like restaurants too early at night.

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