Peter Fagundo
so many little poems falling on my head a garage poem "red keys" he kept saying i really don't have to do anything tonight, i am breathing just eat the corned beef hash and eat the chocolate how long could it be this way? titles without paintings was it just because? was it just because i was drunk? did i miss my train again? can i somehow avoid the deafening depression this time? i can in a constant state of becoming, just stay here what really pushes you? situational? do we have to look at that? two sentence stories cold damp concrete under my fat feet what if it's all in my head? i don't feel it forever, do you? in the green car, in the garage we could just sit here all day like this red keys green ca corned beef has now corned beef hash tomorrow you could do mousses of filet of beef, red wine and sweet potatoes couldn't you? i forgive myself for a weakness in the snow one little note and i'm shitting my guts out did you ever get the feeling you movie was coming to a climatic end? sleep sitting up with wine at your feet in the morning with him jumping all over you then sit where you eat and think about it after hearing that, i just want to feel good half of me feels dead could i just sit and write little poems about eating and drinking? music too loud to be outside i hate depression, i can't get anything done maybe if i'm really quiet, it will just go away i really miss howard i have a big stack of everything i need, only i don't know what to do with it
sadness is the only place of rest
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