i was a pretty bad kid. i did crazy stuff all the time people are afraid to talk about… like write poetry

poetry

beautiful prose,

no i settle for worse

words written while

playing the ‘i dont care’ game

words i mean but must act like i don’t

words i scribbled with a knife in the slide

in that town that doesn’t mean anything to me

the one near the border of mexico

you remember
where we first discovered that people do illicit things in parks

then carve their names in the slides



mine said

roger was here

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