Friday, April 15, 2005
Whitney
I'm seventeen in college, on a class trip with kids on acid who talk like the Guggenheim is god and the Whitney is shit, but a museum is a museum and the Whitney made us pay five dollars to get in. -No wonder they say the wonder boys are off playing 'cause look at what we got here! Tv stands and...
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Thursday, April 14, 2005
For Twenty-Two Days
Twenty- two days ago the rain began to stop so, I lavished in the sun with flowers and grass. "It left imprints on my ass", she whispered. So, I loved her with a cigarette in my left hand. When eleven days had passed I asked myself how could I love something so harsh that only lived to burn bright?...
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