the point of the universe exists
in this algebraic equation
I mean: the "q" doesn't matter
its all starlight like
punctured construction paper
anyway,
punctured is what going away
feels like
try it
do you see what I mean?
there is an exact mathematical equation
for the way that I'm feeling
though it will not be simple or beautiful yet
it is something perfect and true
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this poem is sad.
i don't have much of an answer...
in my true poems series i wrote a horrible name-dropping pseudo ny school poem that goes...a little...like this:
i never kept a
poem about my father
or imitation of
my brother's driving
only one cloud
everywhere
but that doesn't work
amber says
your company is beautiful
& well-known
at the shanty again
& w/ maged & andrew
so strange
to be successful
& debt free
or to filter
my tapwater
like everyone else
I don't think its horrible. I do, however, think it is also sad.
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