Archive for November 6th, 2008
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Thursday, November 6th, 2008
My sex is on Fire for you , Allen Ginsberg: I
I pick my brain
Rumage through trash thoughts
for a satisfying morsel, a deep adjective.
“Spare phrases? Got any phrases to spare?”
They race through the mind and cramp when I pick up a pen
It just drips ink
Blots on the page
In obscure and obtuse ways
What does it look like to you, Al?
Word bank-empty
memories - liquidated
assets- frozen
Is this what it’s […]