Tuesday, April 19, 2011


He says, "When you
scoff at my means
I'll say, I'm not exactly stupid."

He nods
at the degree
hanging on the wall.

He says, "I Know how I'm
wasting everyone's time
with my non-stop displays and my questions."

He says, "like a dutiful
schoolboy currying
favor from the adults."

He recalls his dreaded violin case
and the big leather
briefcase even in Summer.

He says, "I know
how time
explodes in my head."

He says, "I know
how feeling good
deprives me of my edge."


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