Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Poem

I came to a clearing
where my heart was visibly pumping
under my shirt
when all I ever wanted
was small and sluggish
belting it out
in a moment of clarity
later I would remember this
I am a goddamn american poet
and I am watching you.

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