{i started a new notebook, but there are always a few bits that never quite became anything else, in the old book; I think of them as orphans. the title of this poem was going to be "orphans from a notebook", but then i came across one that I thought was a much better title}
The Montana of My Mind
(Orphans from a Notebook: ‘08-‘09)
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Transparency is good
for governments, windows, &
water
Not so much
for Granny Panties
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Agnostics are ontological pussies
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Slowetry
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What if Prez
had worn a
porcupine hat?
Would he sex his sax
more carefully?
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The most redundant book
ever:
The Bible for Dummies
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The distant thunder sounds lonely
or is that me?
I always get us confused
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