Can't Tell Me Nothin

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Can't Tell Me Nothin

12.23.2005

i wrote this sometime last december and forgot about it and found it again today.

I see it.
I see it teeter tottering as I push it.
I see my foot shatter its glass face.
I hear her.
I tire of hearing her.
"Turn that damn thing off."
Why does it give you gratitude to be so rude?
To cut me off from this one thing.
This one thing that can keep me sane.
Everything I like rolled into one.
My favorite sounds.
"Turn that trash off."
A work of art created from scratch.
"Look..."
No acknowledgement.
A meeting center for all my people.
People whos cell phones got cut for talking too much.
But now this place, this center, is quiet.
Cords cut up, wires out of place.
And in the broken glass I see a sliver of my face.

the sudden craze for sneakers at 2:27 AM

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