"...like the way people's voices sound after getting up early in the morning, something faintly wistful and hoarse and eager in it, ready for a new day." -from Dharma Bums by Jack Kerouac.
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baby, I been brewed
to the bone, can't breathe on through
my calendar's dates & dues
but I must ask you
would you mind holding the phone
for a quick moment of two?
(my boss called me while I was stuck in between two boulders
twice.
and later that week I explained why my voice was cracking
and I seemed to want to end the call so soon
and she asked, why would you answer?
and I guess my reason was, "because it was you.")
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K: Is this safe?
M: Yes.
K: Mike, is this safe for me?
M: We...will catch you.
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Orangutan pine
resting in the melted snow
painting with vine
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short nap on the boulders
hydrate with the dirty snow, biting every
few minutes on granules.
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