Thursday, November 20, 2008

2 poems for a dude I used to know

1.
I'm not sorry
really, sorry
I just ain't
tried but I can't
bring myself
to fake that funk
it happened
I did it
kinda low
but fuck it
life goes on
and so do I
bye

2.
there's more where
that came from
old friend
rivers flow
through fingers
linger if you
will, still
life fills up craters and
over, and over
we come to
the well. can't
you tell?

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