Old poetry

wrote this in the summer of 2014.

It’s still “that season”.   My five-year.

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crazy was a place I went to,

like the grocery store,
or Thailand.

And, once I knew where it was,
could pick it out on a map,
knew which subway tracks ran there,

I had to believe I could avoid it.

I keep my brain on the straight and narrow.

I walk slowly around corners,
as if one day I’ll turn left and

There crazy will be..

The neon grimace of OPEN.

Come. On. In.

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Oh! in other news…   In three days I’ll go to India. yusss..  Apparently I’ll be performing bollywood stuff (not just me, hah) for our friends wedding. wheeeeeee..

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6 comments

  1. powerofenduring · November 25, 2016

    Such a good portrayal of my feelings sometimes. Have fun on your trip!

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  2. the narrator · November 25, 2016

    Nice… and welcome to India 🙂 hope you have fun

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    • troutpasta · November 25, 2016

      thanks! main uttejit hooooooon

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      • the narrator · November 25, 2016

        Hahaha… You are anxious. 🙂 Good to know. 😉 Really hope you have an amazing time. Which part of India?

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      • troutpasta · November 25, 2016

        I’ll be in Noida and Mumbai!

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