lets watch a

movie about us

lets call it a night

you can judge a bar

by the cigarette butts

but i judge it by the

spit on the ground

pun equals

skill fucking

well is pure luck in

order to you i write like

dressing up, odd angles

to be put. i’m never scared

unless i’m squared like

there’s 16 of me instead

of four of them,

dancing dosados

and rectangles didn’t i choose

there wasn’t a

choice to be

made dreamy and screamy and

creamy. you can’t be choosy. shall we watch a

movie?

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(this contains elements of a poem i posted today dance like rectangles. these are notes from last night 9/15/11, thursday, portland, oregon, out on the town. typed in order.)