2/14/12

THIS IS WHAT COLLEGE IS LIKE

meaningless is
our universe
cozy i am
on the other hand
more than the sun

i wrote this poem
for digesting
or my brain
gets sad

a little boy in a small town
throwing rocks
to see the universe

my skull without glasses
could call me four eyes
and who knows

if my dad would shout
i am shouting
far from every heavened
spirit

in the forest
i look like
my own voice
about to die

but unlove
or be built
for the rest of time
i am trying to party

9 comments:

  1. before i read the poem i would like to say, nice title.

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  2. this is what i imagined cutlass would be more like in the beginning (tho both ways are good); niiice

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  3. i feel i should explain i mean i find this one more directly derivative yet breathed alive by a unique voice;
    niiice

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  4. i guess the other ones have been pretty good at that too lately i'm going to stop typing on the internet now

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  5. Preeeetty sharp cutlass there.

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