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pushpins i was wandering the bookstore shelves
and they bent with heavy mood.
i was in the poetry section
dancing between pages
with concern frowning in my brow.
the dainty words
were strange and so alluring
and so unlike my own.
tongue tied with paperclips
my fingers shuffled hurriedly
through these stacks of
proffessionals
through the papercuts and simplicity
i rummaged for one like me
a poet with my thoughts.
but i found none
and so i find
that poetry must not be for me
and my jumbly messy mind. 		020325
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three words cappuccino lost_in_artsy_text
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epitome of incomprehensibility Back in cegep (read "pre-university college in the weird land of Quebekistan"), I was an assistant editor of our writing/arts journal and this art student sent a drawing she'd made that she'd spilled coffee on. And she made the coffee stain part of her drawing, and I still have a copy of that journal.

Cool art, lost and found in artsy text. 		101207
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