Friday, April 3, 2009
the Pale blue dot.
I see you lurking there on the peripherie of my vision.
But when I try to look at you, you scurry away.
Are you shy, squiggly line? Why only when I ignore you,
do you return to the center of my eye?
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"Drunk at the matinee" is a collection of candid poetry about stupid shit that we all experience from day to day.




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