Loser, stand up. Apologize your way past
the girl and stand in the aisle; you’ll be
getting off first. Careful you don’t stumble on the step
and fall into the street.
Wait for the next bus. Check your pockets
twice for the fare. When the door blows open
get on and drop the transfer. Walk down the aisle and then stop:
she’s there, in the same seat she was in
on the first bus. You sit across from her
and pretend not to notice
that she’s reading the newspaper you left behind,
with its half done crossword and the coupons ripped out.
It’s this way all the way everyday
to the office, to the park, or to the store:
people everywhere show up holding on
to unfinished things you’ve lost.
Dark Matter 
February 15th, 2005 at 5:40 pm
love.
the only suggestion i’d have is to flesh out the body of the text a little more. the introduction is great, and the ending is definately what and where it needs to be.. maybe another encounter or two would do it.. it just feels like brevity is not necessarily going to contribute to the poem’s gravity.
but still. LOVE.
February 15th, 2005 at 5:40 pm
love.
the only suggestion i’d have is to flesh out the body of the text a little more. the introduction is great, and the ending is definately what and where it needs to be.. maybe another encounter or two would do it.. it just feels like brevity is not necessarily going to contribute to the poem’s gravity.
but still. LOVE.
February 15th, 2005 at 5:40 pm
love.
the only suggestion i’d have is to flesh out the body of the text a little more. the introduction is great, and the ending is definately what and where it needs to be.. maybe another encounter or two would do it.. it just feels like brevity is not necessarily going to contribute to the poem’s gravity.
but still. LOVE.
February 15th, 2005 at 5:40 pm
love.
the only suggestion i’d have is to flesh out the body of the text a little more. the introduction is great, and the ending is definately what and where it needs to be.. maybe another encounter or two would do it.. it just feels like brevity is not necessarily going to contribute to the poem’s gravity.
but still. LOVE.
February 15th, 2005 at 5:40 pm
love.
the only suggestion i’d have is to flesh out the body of the text a little more. the introduction is great, and the ending is definately what and where it needs to be.. maybe another encounter or two would do it.. it just feels like brevity is not necessarily going to contribute to the poem’s gravity.
but still. LOVE.
February 15th, 2005 at 5:40 pm
love.
the only suggestion i’d have is to flesh out the body of the text a little more. the introduction is great, and the ending is definately what and where it needs to be.. maybe another encounter or two would do it.. it just feels like brevity is not necessarily going to contribute to the poem’s gravity.
but still. LOVE.
February 15th, 2005 at 5:40 pm
love.
the only suggestion i’d have is to flesh out the body of the text a little more. the introduction is great, and the ending is definately what and where it needs to be.. maybe another encounter or two would do it.. it just feels like brevity is not necessarily going to contribute to the poem’s gravity.
but still. LOVE.
February 15th, 2005 at 4:00 pm
i agree that it’s sketchy but i love where it’s headed. great concept.
February 15th, 2005 at 4:00 pm
i agree that it’s sketchy but i love where it’s headed. great concept.
February 15th, 2005 at 4:00 pm
i agree that it’s sketchy but i love where it’s headed. great concept.
February 15th, 2005 at 4:00 pm
i agree that it’s sketchy but i love where it’s headed. great concept.
February 15th, 2005 at 4:00 pm
i agree that it’s sketchy but i love where it’s headed. great concept.
February 15th, 2005 at 4:00 pm
i agree that it’s sketchy but i love where it’s headed. great concept.
February 15th, 2005 at 4:00 pm
i agree that it’s sketchy but i love where it’s headed. great concept.
February 15th, 2005 at 5:31 am
mmm…like a string of a guitar that just snapped…meaning…this hit just the right note tonight and hard. The thing I adore about poets, is that they create poems that say just the right thing at the right time for someone…saying that one thing that penetrates. It might be just the first draft, but it has its perfection for one lost poet this night.
February 15th, 2005 at 5:31 am
mmm…like a string of a guitar that just snapped…meaning…this hit just the right note tonight and hard. The thing I adore about poets, is that they create poems that say just the right thing at the right time for someone…saying that one thing that penetrates. It might be just the first draft, but it has its perfection for one lost poet this night.
February 15th, 2005 at 5:31 am
mmm…like a string of a guitar that just snapped…meaning…this hit just the right note tonight and hard. The thing I adore about poets, is that they create poems that say just the right thing at the right time for someone…saying that one thing that penetrates. It might be just the first draft, but it has its perfection for one lost poet this night.
February 15th, 2005 at 5:31 am
mmm…like a string of a guitar that just snapped…meaning…this hit just the right note tonight and hard. The thing I adore about poets, is that they create poems that say just the right thing at the right time for someone…saying that one thing that penetrates. It might be just the first draft, but it has its perfection for one lost poet this night.
February 15th, 2005 at 5:31 am
mmm…like a string of a guitar that just snapped…meaning…this hit just the right note tonight and hard. The thing I adore about poets, is that they create poems that say just the right thing at the right time for someone…saying that one thing that penetrates. It might be just the first draft, but it has its perfection for one lost poet this night.
February 15th, 2005 at 5:31 am
mmm…like a string of a guitar that just snapped…meaning…this hit just the right note tonight and hard. The thing I adore about poets, is that they create poems that say just the right thing at the right time for someone…saying that one thing that penetrates. It might be just the first draft, but it has its perfection for one lost poet this night.
February 15th, 2005 at 5:31 am
mmm…like a string of a guitar that just snapped…meaning…this hit just the right note tonight and hard. The thing I adore about poets, is that they create poems that say just the right thing at the right time for someone…saying that one thing that penetrates. It might be just the first draft, but it has its perfection for one lost poet this night.
February 15th, 2005 at 5:31 am
mmm…like a string of a guitar that just snapped…meaning…this hit just the right note tonight and hard. The thing I adore about poets, is that they create poems that say just the right thing at the right time for someone…saying that one thing that penetrates. It might be just the first draft, but it has its perfection for one lost poet this night.