Monday, April 28, 2014

mmcxxxviii

Giving stuff away is good for poetry
                                    —Leopoldine Core

thinking about ____, how I got ____,
how I get ____ too often, even as ____
moments ___ _ _a_ head___ ____where
____ entirely, __ some_____ ____ relevant,
_or_ ____ ________, ____entertaining, or at the
very least ____ healthy, ___ ____ curmudgeon__...

So I begin __ ____ ____ ____ just an
inkling of disgust ____ MYSELF. 

I like myself ____ ___ _____. 
(I ______ like myself
__ least _ ______ ___.)

And it goes like ____ for an
amount of time

________ __ messiness ____ _
_______ when being fed _______________
_____ are (supposedly) _____ __ an
accumulation __ _________ from
____ ______.  ___ (barf) ______

___.  (Sigh.)  It’s true. 

And so I begin to remember
that I am.  So ____ __ ____
placing one eye over __ ____
___ I _____ (admit_____ __
_some____ ______-drama
___ _____on) ____ my eyes. 

Unfortunately, it ______.
Doesn’t ____ __ ____ see
_________ more ________,
___ ___ obvious
or that the ___ I ___ winced.
Muttering such as I ______
______ _____ always ___
I __________ __,
corporate baloney or
 ______ __, and
__ __ soon mis-