
Noah Cicero
the other day i came out of the Plato class and was standing on the steps
leading out of the building. A bird made one of those weird bird noises
it seemed for like a piece of time during the bird noise
i might drift away into nirvana
and be blown out
or extinguished like a flame
and all my desires would leave
and with the desires my body would be gone
but it didn't happen
and it was still standing there
i've been sleeping a lot lately
it is my new hobby to escape reality
i always wake though
and my dick reminds me that i still want sex, even thought i don't want sex, my
dick still does
then my stomach growls and tells me i want food, even though i have no
interest in eating, i still want food
and tonight it was cold and my body told me i needed a heavy coat and shelter,
i have no interest in wearing a heavy coat or shelter.
So i sat and read Li Po
Li Po said to me
Man dies, his white bones are dumb without a word
then he said
The mountains crumbled.
And then Hughes visits me
Is this two poems? I agree with Kevin...What?
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