You: What happens in the lounge and leasing officeA Poem by Jean-Pierre GarciaOut in the crowded room someone cries I love you the coffee mugs clink cutting to the point everyone assumes the 'right' person will hear it without realizing that they aren't wrong sure you might actually be you the person reading in the corner minding his own business or the one or both You plural makes just as much sense when someone wants to be ambiguous it's all about the mean and gross margin across the hall as the man with the ball tries to tear up the keys the damn freshman removed shift I can't change how I accellerate and I can feel it trying woopy songs from a thirteen year old behind me Be smooth there ya go, be small lets get it on and it confuddles you further as your blood puddles in embaressment as you exploit the situation behind you typing away © 2010 Jean-Pierre Garcia |
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Added on July 8, 2010 Last Updated on July 8, 2010 AuthorJean-Pierre GarciaSeattle, WAAboutI'm a gnomic meanderer. I have just the right amount of neuroticism to lock myself in my room to write, but somehow have faked myself out of it by writing on the go or for the student newspaper I wo.. more..Writing
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