derailed delusions
April 9, 2008
the railroad tracks behind my
old house
remind me of the roads i
used
to
want to take
and how i left many of them behind
to write and to run
writing brings my fingers joy
and running brings me delusions
filled with grandeur
i don’t write too good
my england nor so too powerful
but i’m probably the best runner in the whole wide
world
when i run
beside the railroad tracks
behind my new house
my fingers are happy now
i need some delusions
part of me
April 9, 2008
wants you
to have a terrible time
so you will call me drunk,
wanting to come home.
(who am i kidding all of me wants this.)
the sieve and sand begins
April 9, 2008
under heaven
everyone has one
some people have three
mine was a purple penut… a canvass… a Caveness
and they make you write
and they inspire you
and some of them inspire even though
they write long
and miserable
line
after
line
so we converge and write
the sieve and the sand
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Tucker J. Collins
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David X. Hugo
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