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not feeling
so 
much 

of a 
muchness
anymore

I can't 
fake the
connections

I won't
have the 
discussions

my 
thoughts
outdated 

my 
words
a dead language 

rabidly 
stabbing at 
tabloid typos

am i
losing 
you?

writing
with
red ink 

on the
arms
of my t-shirt

buy 
the milk
or pay the rent

 Rene ~ 2013 
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  1. HelenJuly 17, 2013 at 11:38 PM

    My dear Rene ... you go right ahead and rant as much as you like. As long as the ranting produces this kind of great poetry.

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  2. Brian MillerJuly 18, 2013 at 9:11 AM

    hey whatever it takes eh? lifes not always what we want...i am glad your comment box is open again..smiles...no dead language here...what was that old(er) song...shout, shout, let it all out...

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  3. PearlJuly 18, 2013 at 1:57 PM

    Fruity Wheels: what a wonderful visual for this piece.

    Your thoughts aren't outdated, Rene. They're nebulous.

    Pearl

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