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March 16, 2010

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Aw, shucks! Right back atcha, sis. Get well soon.

Rad is the word! And that's a terrific poem. Let's have more of Mirov!

I love the idea of Shout Out Tuesday! Let's make it a tradition over here, OK? How about Ms. Flawless?

Yes! Shout Out Tuesday is officially a tradition!

Here is another poem. It has Amy in it. Thanks, Amy.


Light from Dead Stars Doesn’t Lie

There is nothing to be done about my friends.
They are moving like a caravan
of beasts pulling a tribe of humans across
a flat gray land. I dream all my friends at once
are Amy. Amy injects me with a vial
of Joseph Conrad. She says it will help travel the crooked line
to the point where my death
does not exist on Earth.
All of my friends exist on earth
and if you punch their face for long enough
it will become a common type of moon.
It will become the President of the United States of America.
It will become those fuckers who write things down
and say those things into cameras which forget everything.
What am I trying to tell you I don't know.
I am trying to tell you about my friends.
The way they have no body or face.
They way they cannot save the Great Barrier Reef
or the people in the cities or anything.
They cannot even save themselves.
They walk slowly into the thunderhead.
They turn around and look me in the face and I am scared.
I can barley breathe. Then I notice I’ve arrived
and the porch is coated in rain.

I felt that way a couple months ago, Amy, and I know how bad it can be :( I hope you feel better real soon. I'm glad you're blogging here.

That is an extremely lovely poem, Ben. I mean lovely like truly lovely.

Ben, that's a lovely poem. Thanks for mentioning me and love of Heart of Darkness!

Thanks, Amy and Jillian.

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