Live a poetic existence. Take responsibility for the air you breathe and never forget that the highest appreciation is not to just utter words, but to live them compassionately.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

I Believe I'll dust My Porch

Jenna Reimer
36 Midpark Drive SE
Calgary, Alberta, Canada
T2X 1T2
1-403-542-6625
my shaking hands made it difficult to smoke my cigarette / it seems as if it has never not rained / don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the humidity of your breath when it’s not spittin’ your typical self consciousness amongst this chaos / but the timing is never right you know? / man, I am another soul lost amongst this chaos / my feet stuck in shoes that are three times my weight / didn’t you see me yesterday? / I swore it took me a day and a half to get across town / didn’t even get to purgatory / slower than the comin’ of Christ I tell ya / oh well, what would you care anyways / you know conformity has never been my thing, but my attentive habits seem to swallow my attempts to speak any truth / I work, I breathe, I hate, I lie, I cheat, I steal, I laugh, I cry, I love, I hate, I pity, I try, I forget, I wish, I wonder, I die / I am very afraid of being alone, or hung from a tree next to the president of The United States / the meaning of our deaths as different as the price paid for them / you get where I’m comin’ from? / I accept it all, but I don’t know whether it all accepts me / I know they’re afraid too man, afraid of the war, the cults, the germs, their wellbeing, their groceries, the environment, their neighbors / but I believe it all falls together / whether its in the right or wrong place it don’t matter, the grass will blow east anyways / security, failure, success, democracy, responsibility mean fuck all / and I don’t want nothin’ to do with any of it / what needs to be known has already been said / I could tell you right now the people who have questioned the right things and wrote the right books / who understand / but their all dead and the world didn’t stop because of it right? / we will all end up crawling through those seven sided wheat fields, unsure as to whether we have just been going in circles / but I was following you? /

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