the world showed up in a reading: a sign of rounded character, individuality the familiarity of ones place in everyday affairs what bullshit. Who am i. What the fuck’s going on. I know I’ve been smoking too much it’s a nervous countermeasure causing the throb in my throat is why I get sick more often I cough I grind my teeth habitually a cigarette and a game of chess the unfolding of the queens indian while building a castle king-side and had the cable been connected chess would not have happened and I wouldn’t remember a thing well maybe a joke from comic stand-up or fragmented pieces of dexter’s lab but no brownies with walnuts and chunks of choco chips or that icy heineken: ah, so good; slurs speech, delivers abandon allows inexplicable subject changes I shouldn’t have gotten into that fight on the school bus on the way home but this kid sat down,tried to crush and hell no, I put his head through the window broken glass, blood, people screaming and I can’t believe I’ve not talked about it before, I never even got detention most people have knots around their shoulders I’m no exception, she found them dug her fingers in till it hurt except I couldn’t admit that: code of brawn over brain last night I thought about and decided to… but it’d make her… and I’d look over my shoulder or tilt my head back, looking up and she’d be right there. it may not make sense but what really does that cup of dark roast coffee sometimes tastes funny doesn’t make sense the nervous twitch of your eye for no particular reason doesn’t and won’t not ever
I got engulfed and lost in your train of thought, well in a good way. An interesting stream of consciousness. Such a ride.
I Dig this poem very much...like kitten said it was an amazing ride...I definatley felt as if i had experienced many different feelings through out the course of this piece...Groovy work
