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A Poem by The Twin Arenas
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inside pages
outside mountains
inside pages
it's too cold
inside pages pages pagespagespages pages pages pages pages pages
until it's easier
to chop time than wood
and who am I to turn
down f*****g fries.

somewhere a reality of every decision i didn't make is just as fed up but his skin is creased with sun and laughter.

tonight they say
the air will warm
up thirty degrees an that is perfect
weather for planning
to gather wood and chop
planning right up until
it's time to walk.

© 2020 The Twin Arenas


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planning planning planning....some are planners while others might be doers.
Yes, let's binge on fries...let the wood sit....
and then it will be too dark....
this reminds me of a poet...planning to write...putting it off...the procrastination
until there are pages and pages and pages of blank white.
j.

Posted 2 Months Ago



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The Twin Arenas
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Edmonton, Canada



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