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11/2/01 1
Been weeks, back at 'thee' bar, the only bar life brings present to wonderful scary of late = Arizona una reality. A reality within which I'm again learning how to bask --- 11/02/01 2 and the Arizona poems come forth, every time lately, like stadium abandoned peanut shells long after a canceled ball game. 11/02/01 3 Why is it that 90% of these napkins - these days, don't find my computer? And, why is it. that only 3% of those get translated once every 10 years onto BDBP. (Sober note: because they suck) 11/02/01 4 11/02/01 4 We often lose 'it,' however, which is great BTW, have you ever been in the state to lose 'it', your prowess, and not give a shit? A man really has his prowess once he's lost it and doesn't give a damn. Your powerlessness, 'drunken poet' me. --- 11/02/01 5 The people in life without respite push into this man's reality. Constant effort to negotiate them, The people are at once beautiful and obstacles - always, every time, but always more beautiful than they are obstacles. --- 11/02/01 6 Funny. No matter what I forget, I never forget the napkin count. A night with two many words from too many people to distill into few words by the bad drunken bar poet. The night is great. the night is unresolved. the night is left with drunkenness, multiple possibilities and no resolve accompanied bye the not uncommon... --- 11/02/01 #7 God, have you felt it? The utter bliss of no care, no inhibition? Some sit drunken when the get drunk; fortunately, some get naked, exposed and discovered when. love you aq. DRW ----- Dear Friday, September something after the crash in 2001- hmm, after a 10 buck tip t' get ignored- love when that happens. Back at the bar the only bar life brings present to wonderful and scary of late Ariz. una reality. A reality within which I'm again learning how to bask Been long, first line for sure marking all beginnings, of all the ends of my long respites in word to napkin through pen I'm a bar drunken- again. ---- how can one feel so much light while so dark? outside - the US "outside" I mean. Today is all outside and not free, accept family, free from everything that is. My bunker is constructed from thin bar napkins. What does that say of my bunker or my safety? --- She, it turns out, left my years from the time of safety and bliss this man calls high school until this man learned that 'bliss' is a construction that some parents build for children and some children --- 'ready to go' she says =prolly those words ignite her car's ignitions shi i leaves, never the lack of surprises her leaving means she dies from ever again site. |
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