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May 12, 2008 23:58

Dammit, it never fails that I am updating this journal at the last minute.
I need to get back on track with both my updating my journal and working out. My shoulder injury has thrown me off track. I should not let all aspects of my life fail when one part invariable does so.
So, more cheap rhymes coming at you.

What if I found everything that I have ever lost the countless baseball gloves and baseball cards,
everything that was stolen and misplaced,my five hundred dollars that I left on the table
in the dining room and disappeared. What would be trash, what would be treasure, what would be nostalgic?
I would like to write a poem about that, but I do not think I am ready to write that one yet. I think my faith would have to be put in there somewhere, the people that I've lost, and everything else that I can remember, even the things that I have forgotten that I've lost should be put in there. Maybe I'll write about it one day. Maybe I'll forget though.

I need cheap rhymes
and I have not that much time
I need some inspiration
quickly. I thought it used
to be found in gin and tonics,
some truth; veritas in vino,
and drunken ramblings in beer.
A lot of the masters drank:
Faulkner, Kerouac, London,
Hemingway, Capote. All hopelessly
vivid, all early American, all drunks.
I am hopelessly vivid, I hope,
and I am American, though late. I hope to
disinherit Faulkner's drunk ramblings,
Kerouac's passionate non-sequiters,
and Capote's general apathy-
what they lost and found in alcohol
Let me find in myself first. Then I,
if I happen to get drunk, know
where I am and I know that
cheap rhymes are better
still than cheap liquor.
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