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| March 8th, 2010 |
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oh, jim too often i fly down to where the green grass turns brown where the sky becomes ugly blood and i mingle with my black soul and that’s why i wrote what i did about you in that poem comparing you to that b-list actor. i have no sense half the time and the other half i’m just looking to make hate but here i am in this bar listening to two assholes talk about the actor like they knew him while i’m trying to read poems by carl miller daniels and get down this cheap beer. he was a good guy they said of the actor, jim, but no one is really a good guy, jim, and they don’t even know who you are at least not the way some of us did that downtown spirit that heroin dirt all the years you put in living through the void jim, we all miss you man. can you ever forgive me? oh, jim this is the poem that i was meant to write. |
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