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Sunday, November 11, 2012

cafe poetic anthology vol. 2

hasn't been long
has it?

or
has it?

- - -

why is it that
everyone who walks in here
looks so
goddamn
beautiful?

- - -

why is it that
everyone who walks in here
looks so
goddamn
concerned?

- - -

I like the idea
of organized crime

reminds me of
well
organized crime.

- - -

I've learned enough
but I can always learn more.

I've learned enough
but I can always learn

m
oooo
re.

- - -

sometimes
I notice
someone
peaking at me
from
the
front-counter.

curious?

why, yes, I am.

- - -

I don't
know
if it's arrogance
or love

that drives me
to hope
someone else
will be just as excited about
my poetry
as

I am.

and it probably
doesn't
even
matter

really.

- - -

sweet half-smile
from a girl
or
woman
woah man
with really friendly curls.

I'd chat
but

well

- - -

my dream world
consists
of being able to yell
at everyone

how much I love them
and how

beautiful

I think they are.

- - -

there's no line
in the sand

so
shut the fuck up
about separates.

- - -

Sisyphus
you are a nice metaphor
but

you're still a metaphor
and if I read you enough

I will forget that
and you will win
a battle you had no idea

you even started.

- - -

am I still writing
about a cafe?

no

but I am still writing
in a cafe.

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