Who's the woman?
She is my "new mom"
She even lives a block away
And still...I am always too busy
Or vegetative to see her.
He asks...What do I get from her?
I say, I get love.
What is "writer's block" to your mallet?
We've covered screenplays.
Could I be famous for being?
Or could I be meat
For you, a part of everything
Unbalanced.
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I love that feeling when I'm a little drunk and the world is my fucking oyster. I took a cab only as far as my beloved Columbus Circle so I could save some cash and be with the people. I talked to a darling man about baseball nearly all the way home, after telling him to "scoot for some community". We discussed the utter drama that befell the NY season and it was deep and I felt complete and balanced in that moment; my masculine soul portion belonged to the tribal race. I reminisced as I walked the wonder mile down platform. Every wordsmith with extra pride because I didn't just talk to my beloved be/fri the whole night. I had a little fascination with someone as it turns out shares my birthday. I know there is much more that we could talk about. Some people have to write. If we're lucky, we all create something. I do feel more connected to the fragmented cosmos now.
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