gold foil rises in a cloud
and i was no part of that
only grainy photos and
what i could do
diamonds don’t fall or shatter
just well up
and make a good story
it makes no difference if you are
almost not a transition metal
or not a metal at all but a poison
and spread through nobody
but it makes a difference if you are
almost
because the cigar will still be there
but not everything will
i wouldn’t lie to make it a loop
or any other careless thing you say
but i should have lied for this
to get the very same result, but point to the
flashbulbs and say
“those are mine”
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3 comments:
i suppose one thing you can maybe appreciate is how many new voters and how many young voters there were this year. it sucks that you couldnt, but your status did get out there.
and on the other hand, i like this poem.
you are always amazing. i'm running out of things to say to describe your amazingness.
i second both of the comments above me.
p.s. i love you. HAH see what i did there?
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