Two Poems In One. (For the Short-of-Attention-Span.)

"Or:  Poetry, With Commentary. 

(obviously.)"

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(no. 1)

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I'm going to regret this later. 

(not.)

I secretly have a crush on this girl i sit next to. on the bus. every day.

(but i'm writing it online so as not to actively draw it to your attention.)

She doesn't know me.

(but i wish she did. i stalk her on facebook.)

(just kidding.)

(or am i.)

(?)

I listen to Classic Rock just a little too loud on my iPod.

(maybe she'll hear it and think i'm cool.)

She gets off on the same stop as me.

(as there are no coincidences.)

And walks across the street.

Then heads towards 14th,

I walk down to 11th.

(too much?)

Every day.

(fin.)

"Title Pending. 

(i'm not creative enough to think of one.)"

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(no. 2)

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I have a thing for French singers.

(je n'avais jamais pas parler français.)

(¿está correcto?)

Some Piaf albums in my collection.

(that's record collection, ladies.)

I really like that one song she does.

(you know, the french one.)

Beautiful.

(fin.)

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Been in Colorado since last Friday.  

I've bought records but no CDs, perhaps a music update a little later.

What the hell is "prose"?

1991 Toyota Corolla, 2005

8 x 10 Silver Gelatin Print

Six Organs of Admittance - "Eighth Cognition/All You've Left"

The sky couldn't decide

To cry or to smile?

Showing its bright, burning yellow teeth

Between hints of melancholy precipitation

Weaving that continuous

three-lane braid, 

the coffee-stained

the left-lanes,

the gas-guzzled,

Down the omnipresent asphalt,

Just driving to work,

Under the hungry hawks, seagulls and sparrows,

Over the dead squirrels, the skid marks, and diesel dust.

There is none but the vast, eternal face above, the crowded road,

And me.

(you)