quiet
except for
music
which is
the best
thing for me
right now
if you think
of code
enough
you start
to dream it
and life
isn’t
something
very interesting
to talk
about
code
like a
glass of milk
you feel sorry
and sore
and wish for
just a little
more time
regret working
for anyone else
that all this
time is slaved
and you
are not this
enlightened being
push on
is all I can say
anyway, I’ll just
write a few more words
for the hell of it
I don’t like to blend
for anyone
like to be just
who I am
morning comes and
everything simple
becomes so hard
tired of the routine
smile and
good morning greeting
she’s got “fat girl syndrome”
he says
what’s that?
jealous of other pretty girls
who get all the attention
even the negative attention
and so with it
the symptoms are
bitchiness and hatred
for women
so then just another
person to feel
compassion for
I don’t hate these people
I explain
they just happen to
be in the way
when I have headaches
listening to that Cold Play love song, Yellow
I love the video for that one
very simple singing on
the beach like that, very emo
and note this: I guess I have my
own concept of what is emo
I mean one that seems different than . . .
what? a pair of glasses . . .
I don’t have to explain it
but
I guess I would say
I find it all in a movie, in finding a
human moment, when more of
the ego is stripped away
in all four seasons, in a record
that plays when
no one else is around
in caring for someone else
in petting the cat with a loving gaze
the piano has it
that emotion
which probably can’t be
explained
and
there will always be
pretension
but I push on
it’s all I can say
I go on listening to
Radiohead, Cave In, and
many others
and riding the train
reading my book on the
Three Pillars
as an earnest student
working hard on many levels
and yes,
sleeping hard.
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