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a five line ode to my poetry index.
a modern day view of the second-class carriage (or, weekdays). a quick memoir of september the eighth. a thousand witnesses. an eon and a day. banishment. belief and other such musings. blue period. considering your character. contemporary gipsy (a hippy love story). crazy music. envy. first cigarette. greyhound on 85th. gridlock. in short, september 13th. julie plays the hero. last cigarette, for terry olynik. my pathetic secret. my thalidomide baby. ode to communication. ode to giovanni lee alvarez (or, disenchanted). ode to the tough guy. passagers. sometimes, her name was. the seven minutes of sunrise (or, infatuation). the truth about him and i. you, lost. 2007 2006 2005 home |
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Sometimes her name was "Crazy." And, "Tired," And "Hung-over." Sometimes it was, "On a coffee break," And sometimes it was, "Totally in love with you," But mostly it was just "Caroline." Back in the days when her favorite word was "Peace," And her favorite place was "Anywhere," She liked to wake up in the mornings when the sun did Next to a boy who played acoustic guitars, But Those things change. Now, She liked to wake up in the mornings to Coffee And Car Talk. She read books like The Da Vinci Code, And was familiar with the phrase "Let's do lunch." But some days When the air of her Sensible skirt And sensible heels Wore off on Manhattan�s scarred sidewalks, She still liked to don Huarache sandals And pretend her name was �In the mood to sing,� And �Looking forward to going nowhere,� And �Barefoot,� And sometimes it was �Tripping,� But mostly, it was just �Caroline.� |