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Why I Am Not A Painter

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            a pile of mostly raw and probably bad poetry

            on the internet
            in the hopes of creating something better

            This blog is not CLEAN and is not meant to be.
            Useful critique appreciated, i.e. specific comments and suggestions.

            You need not identify yourself unless you want to;
            comments will be judged on value, not the source. (Although knowing the source can be useful.)
            Unsupported heckling OR praise are not appreciated.

            Also, I vaguely apologize if you're my friend and you see yourself or others we know here.
            I am aware that that can be unsettling
            but that's the risk you run being friends with a writer. Also,
            maybe you're just being paranoid. Also,
            there is never a clear picture of reality

 

more writing at home, more lack of editing (well, minor)

working title boiler room

it's so warm here.

it could be the global warming.

it could be the peacoat, the petticoat,
the movie about iceland. they make them

so cold that i pick at
my scabs, now; it's so warm here. you should

take off your coat. the boiler room
is no place for a sophisticated lady
and her coat. her petticoat.

did you personally pick out
your red laced beret? it's makes me want
to sing, like
bob dylan. your
brand new red laced french beret
hat. it's probably very warm.

it's so white
outside, i like to pretend we're at home
(in iceland) and not in this foreign place,
the snow
is always better when you are
at home. home is big for whoever

doesn't live there. don't put your hand there,
it's too hot. it could be your white
glove which makes it so warm
in here, don't soil it or your mother
might know where i've kept you
out of the cold. would you like to write

an essay? a boiler room is a fertile place
for writing essays or have scenes
of boston etc in hit hollywood films
starring robin williams and some young
man who is into some young woman
in some boiler room like this one, no, robin
williams is never in this scene. haven't you
ever seen a robin william's movie?

i don't know any of the names
of the girls playing the girls
either. that is interesting.

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