Why not go outside?

Why not go outside?

A Poem by Logan Carryall


You stoner fool, the day is not you.
But most certainly you are in the day.
She is all about, wombenhooded are you.
Consider your straggling losses,
You’re somehow against insurmountable aggressors,
And how each are corded,
No special chair
Thinking only that
This is a big kind of day—and in fact,
It won’t set.
Only you
And me
Do that.

© 2008 Logan Carryall

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Added on October 29, 2008


Logan Carryall
Logan Carryall

Upstate, NY

Logan Carryall is a young man who lives in the apple orchards of New York, New York. About ten minuets from the Hudson River, Logan drinks near barges and trains. The world seems much bigger without a.. more..