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A Night
It's always hard to get where
you want to be when you're
in a car and from a bar.
I'm a poet.
There's red lights & there's green
lights
And I pass the flag of
Austria.
And this car.
He's from Willow Grove.
And this one.
From Margarita-ville.
No, no, Key West.
This one's from Key West.
I said MV first but
this one's from Key West.
Say that I wrote that
one first.
You still writing?
Then I saw Haiti!
3 secs away from
Ivory Coast
and Jordan, we
keep changing lanes.
Quyen said I hope
not to die.
We're on Kelly Dr. everynight.
I remember slow down &
Neil laughing and
home real fast, weren't you?
I'll drive on the outer lane
so there's more light now.
Is there more now?
What happened here
someone dug a tunnel thru
solid rock: see what they're
talkin' about on NPR.
...Minnesota is being robbed
of representation here...
...being a cog in the machine,
Free to be last in the
line. It's so free.
Then always a car appears
behind & no diff from
first in line. Classrooms
and frontness, as well as other words.
...as we go forward...
...the supreme court...
Why's it so choppy? Keep
writing, though.
Keep writing.
We drove by a banner
in E. Falls, they play
baseball.
--Dude, I can't write
that fast! --Yea you can.
Yawn Yawn I yawned twice:
you should use some onomotopeia
shit or some shit.
...keep your back turned
to the sunshine...
Dude, the lyrics to this song are s-
o weird, but I love it.
Yawn. Sometimes driving
by myself can be so boring
but also so relaxing. I
kinda like it.
God I hate poetry.
And that car...almost
almost wanted to die.
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