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
sometimes i'm allowed to write high school calibre poetry. fuck you if you disagree.
i think sometimes there must be
something lodged in me, a gum-
ball or an eye. i
have this trouble
breathing. it's all shallow,
hard to swallow, even the air
feels like spring is inside
the melting and the spray, yet
if i stop i'll see my lungs
burning. has no one told you
that life is a fixed-speed bicycle
in san francisco? it's you
and your legs, your lungs
which matter. i think sometimes
my brakes are stuck and
that noise in my head is rubbing
rubber against a rim. yesterday
a woman told me i'm not
my thoughts, and i agreed
with everything else she said.
if it is an eye, i
need to know what it's looking
for. is it hypnotizing me? it is
the cause of this paralysis?
it is not coasting down
these inclines. without
an illusion of control
it's a crash in process. without
knowing how to get up,
valleys are ditches.
it's my legs, my lungs which
pump. it's you who sees
the panicked look in
me and instructs my breath
to deepen. it's as though you've
removed an obstruction
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