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I've been throwing away things, recycling when possible; not enough but it's a slow process for me. I took up "poetry" even though i can't read poetry but, it suited me. Of course it was terrible; most of what i had left has been recycled. This is the last piece that i can remember writing from about 20 years ago. I reread it and i am not ashamed to present it - i'm not saying it's good, it's the least worst thing i wrote.
This was one of several drafts.
Like sugar when it's gone,
like 36 hours without sleep
(these two lines are crossed out)
Like a tree in a storm,
a balloon out of air.
Like ice on a bridge,
like a skyscraper in N.Y.
(Like) the egg on top a wall,
like thick corn syrup.
Like love at 16,
a kite without a tail
Like ashes on the water
Like the whales that are left,
like love at 42.
This was one of several drafts.
Like sugar when it's gone,
like 36 hours without sleep
(these two lines are crossed out)
Like a tree in a storm,
a balloon out of air.
Like ice on a bridge,
like a skyscraper in N.Y.
(Like) the egg on top a wall,
like thick corn syrup.
Like love at 16,
a kite without a tail
Like ashes on the water
Like the whales that are left,
like love at 42.