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i need to silence duncan for a while
my fingers been itching to update my blog
but for some reason now
i can't seem to rack my brains enough
to come up with something worthy of the white page

electronic ink blot...
spread this way and that...
more ink blot...

ah!
today, i got to show tintin some poems i made
on that particularly productive and
creatively schmultzy (?) day of august 16

i'm still wringing out from her some true blue literary critique
well she's my friend--hello friend :)
she would have to come up with something
tough job

you see
i've been the type of person
who way way back in shool
gets disturbed
when there are no other markings on my submitted papers
except one of those general ratings

i always thought that meant
"there was nothing much to notice"
red marks would have meant
"evocative"
whether positive or negative

well time machine to today
at least for one of those i wrote
this one she liked
and i liked too
back when i was wringing them out of my digestive system..



ON AN ISLAND
ON A WEEKEND'S MORNING
AT A FEW FEET'S PACE
BEAUTY, ACHE, REST
NOISE, UNDERCURRENT, BRIGHT LIGHT
THE SEA'S BREATH AND CREAKING BEDS

I TAKE ALL IN
I TAKE YOU IN
FROM A FEW FEET'S PACE
I TAKE LIFE IN...