from Cultinvator - Thursday, December 04, 2003
accessed 1203 times For a change I thought I'd add one of my non-family oriented poems, just to demonstrate that my writing is not merely a product of my past.
(Most of what I write is just not about what I used to be) A pathetic view
A dirt path behind San Marcos Lake
Grey outlook between two transit points, Grey powder playground and two grey rivers of fog
Who cares what it was who carries rocks up a slide to be crushed
Polite ignoring ignorance hide Polinating flowers but no chatting, I jog, I see lonely fights
Fights inside with no end in sight, fireless dry hills of fire ants who bite with the eyes, I know they want to talk, I know my neighbor has love, but is too scared to fuck up, the rent's too high
The sun is setting, and there is so much digging to enjoy the view of my eyes, so I'll use my shades and blend in with the shady lives | 
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