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stepping toward satori, pt. 2

thanksgiving morning
i have like a pain in my
back i cant get out
wondering how many times
i'll have to bite my tongue today
i like being taken by surprise
when my thoughts wrestle me down
where i can write my poetry
with the lines i blur of the ceiling
as im coming back to consciousness
on my back
i used to want to learn
a bird from the call it makes
but the other day i heard one
just mocking some song she
heard on the radio
so i dont trust them fuckers
so many ideas
unfleshed like if i
peeled the skin off my finger
to the bone
but i fell too far into myself this year
to be worried enough to tell any of you

27 Nov 08

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