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I shit on the memoir.
If you are going to use my time
at least lie to me a bit.
Give me fiction.
I already have a life
of my own.

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----------- Merely (Academic) Alternate Version ---------

I shit on the personal memoir as a genre.
At least lie to me.
I already have a life.

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- posted by Sean Wheeler @ 11:20 PM

 
Un-lowed

(at this end of this poem I keep the dollar)

the beauty of an elegant line
and the ability of cardboard to hold up through rain
had never, I believe, been held in so much proximity.

american design holds that the elegant line
can be found most anywhere
the beautiful simplicity of the round Honeywell thermostat
a chalk board wish bone formation in a blur of X's and O's
the brooklyn bridge
the arc of a well wind-blown trash bag in a movie
and most noteably at the time,
the aerodynamic line that stretched from my car fender to my windshield
as I exited the freeway and sat at a red light.

cardboard is commodity for the homeless.
it is a tangible sign that defies our general inability to fell trees and gather wood.
it is also disposable and therefore readily accesible.
cardboard is useful both as shelter and signage.
the man on the exit roadside employed the latter usage, signage:
HOMELESS. HELP FEED.

i admire the simple linguistic line,
the to-the-pointedness outweighing the implied necessarry reactionary sympathy
black marker on wet cardboard
soggy wet like a dollar bill found in a back pocket after swimming
unlike the dollar bill in my hand i thought destined to reach the sign holder
windows rolled all the way up safe against wind, sound, guilt, contact









- posted by Sean Wheeler @ 1:45 AM

 
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Reflection of a choke)

the buzzer sounds
and I haven't even
got my shot off(

spw

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- posted by Sean Wheeler @ 12:39 AM