my room-
filled with
magazines- newsweek, popular science;
books, both old
and new- boccaccio, dante,
to goethe, then gabriel garcia marquez,
asimov, nietzsche,
and the bed; beside it,
music through the ages- bach, bach, williams,
the heart asks pleasure first,
danse macabre beside canto alla vita,
but we're all living in amerika anyway.
then the computer.
chock full of useful junk,
useless thoughts,
games and games, and
my link to the other world out there.
my other link to the world out there.
but in my room,
what is really mine
but these words?
Friday, October 28, 2005
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2 comments:
HAHAHAHAHAAHA GREAT JOB lovely poem.
it's funnier when you know the context. great subject matter!
this is the explopiphany, especially because it's kept short (but these words?). vv cool!!
long poem short message. i like.
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