I want to write like
the man in suicide sings:
scary and sad but people are like,
"that's so cool."
I need joy division. I need it.
I would love
new order
to come to my sleepy little town.
Sometimes,
there is the talking heads on the radio.
My parents used to love them.
They must still.
I am not sure how to feel about this.
I am not sure how to feel about this.
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3 comments:
this is a very facile poem but thats part of why i like it
i like it alot
but talking heads on the radio?
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