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September 10th, 2000, 02:44 AM
#1
Inactive Member
no money
there was only
eight dollars and change
in the bank last I checked
and I'm sure that's
gone now.
the notices of bad checks
are placed in my mailbox
brought into the house
read and put away to be
taken care of later.
I open my wallet and
see only receipts,
think that it looks like
papers blown through the
Grand Canyon at night.
I have no money
but I have a fat belly
pro wrestling on color tv
microwaveable food
cold root beer
dry-roasted peanuts
uncut fingernails
greasy hair
four walls and one roof,
so I must be
doing ok.
[This message has been edited by crazy a (edited September 09, 2000).]
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September 10th, 2000, 03:17 PM
#2
Inactive Member
AWESOME! AWESOME! Yeah this is the shit! Yeah, this is what poetry is all about! Have you ever read Etheridge Knight? Especially this one called "Feeling Fucked Up"? You oughta read that one.
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I try to be humble but this guy threw my greatness in my face! I'm trying to deny my greatness!
"Everything belongs to me because I am poor." - Jack Kerouac Visions of Cody
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September 10th, 2000, 03:45 PM
#3
Inactive Member
*laughter*
Luckily, this is one I sent out.
Never heard of E. Knight. Would I be able to find his (her?) books at Barnes&Noble?
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September 10th, 2000, 03:52 PM
#4
Inactive Member
His... I imagine you can... try the www.b&n.com
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