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Saratoga Springs, Florida

i’m just a boy in the morning
with notes and an ink pad
writing what i can remember
and keeping from myself the details
waking up to a fantasy
the golden afternoon plays on a bus ride to the magic kingdom
when just then the autumn goes back to grey with an orange tent
like trick-or-treat break-ups into redbubble memberships

taking songs from the movies and writing them into poems
the way wet hands feel in west virginia on a day like this
i’ve been writing based on the titles i’ve strung together
no one matters
the earth is in need of a bath and some medical attention

what’s the point of above or none above?
i need company or time alone
don’t ask me
i can’t figure it out
crowd around and give me space
it doesn’t matter
do the right thing

i have no time for beautiful women
i get to watch myself smoke in mirrors
even rain out the window of the car
whilst half listening to the communication project

the last anyone had heard from me
the recent nudes had been favorited
i’ve kept fire in my pocket and smoke in my lungs
almost longer than my paint’s been peeling
and yet again i’ve stayed up far too late

since the fold-out couch
and boxes of starbucks mocha frappuccinos in the fridge
still to this day
and brad pitt’s cousin showed up for summers at a time
to catch the elevator behind the living room couch
he took the escalator and stairs too
and we were all flicking the light switch in the bathroom

to see our reflection in the mirror remain in front of us in the dark
and somehow i’ve been granted to meet you at this moment

on the b side
until the typewriter’s warm in my lap
and i should walk from here
and find it poetic
and they could be those prose unspoken to me
silently and vibrantly

like wind
where i’m finally at the end again
appreciative to feel such a cold and wet october sunrise day

remembering my way out the door
or what i’m sure was at one point
the light blue of your bedroom

it shows how often i’m taken back

Saratoga Springs, Florida

alsounknownas

Joined March 2011

Artist's Description

note: brad pitt’s cousin is the nickname of a friend of mine who’s not actually related to brad pitt… originally by typewriter on my nephew’s half-printed homework assignment

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