Friday, April 17, 2009
GUN CRAZY (Part Thirteen)
Hello, Teenage America!
they wasted me
I was wasted
from the beginning
from the waist up
They had television take me out
I was set to be so beautiful
I was set to be Arthur Rimbaud
with a radio
I never asked for this miasma
of fuzzystatic forms
I was leaning on my life too long
and it fell asleep
please
slam it hard a few times against the wall for me
wake it up
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2 comments:
Jesus, this was reeeeaally good. I like, want to stand up and applaud you, Jason. You have such a unique style and say so much in an uncomplicated way.
I've come back to read this again and to tell you once more how awesome your poetry is. Cheers.
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