thoughts as funnels
red plastic stacked awkward
thirty nine cents per
on a chipped-paint
vanilla-colored
dull
metal
shelf
next door
perched at the tip of a silver plated peg
as a pirate walking a creaking plank
remains the last horrid "I Love Jesus" air freshener
cheap yellow cardboard complete with non-suggestive rainbow
(Jesus wouldn't like that, you know...)
we all fade in
single file
I write just like you
(rinse. repeat. rinse. repeat. rinse. repeat.)
that is the way you'd like the street kid without much street
bearing his overflowing lack of academia
like an old dead farmer's desperate cow
needing udders tugged
wipe tan-grey dust off the old blue plastic motor oil bottle
toss it into a white wire clearance bin
wait for someone
too shallow
to know me
from "the real thing"
Author notes
I wrote this after attending a writer's workshop at ASU. I was feeling a lot of things: inadequecy, self-doubt, rebellion...I learned a lot, though, and despite the tone of this piece, all the instructors were extremely helpful.
Written March 12th, 2004
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hey brandon, great write
keep up the great work, talk to ya soon 
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There's something about this that certainly strikes a chord with me. I'm always thinking how unoriginal it all is, life, thought, art.
I loved the comparisons you used here - "thoughts as funnels", "we all fade in".
There are some superb lines in here, the imagery is so wonderfully apt. I don't know how I can sing your praises anymore, it's 5am and I'm tired!
A new favourite of yours, I feel. -
I liked this. It flowed very well. I like the parallel of the two. Pen on, poet...
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