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1000 friends
1000 miles away
That you’ll never meet
They’re more important
To you than me
From: Your child
‘Look at the moon! It’s so beautiful...’
‘We should get a soda...’
‘Are you hungry? I’m hungry.’
‘My Mom & Dad are kinda crazy, all parents are aren’t they?’
‘I know it’s hot but we should turn the ac off and roll the windows down...’
‘Guys are jerks sometimes...’
‘I thought you were cute...’
laughing ‘DONT UNTIE MY SHOES!!! YOU SILLY!!!!’
‘I wanna go to Europe someday...’
‘You read too?!’
‘I had SOOO MUCH FUN!!!’
‘You like me? Really? Aww Eric....I like you too...’
‘I don’t want this night to ever end.
‘I don’t want to go home...I want to stay with you...’
‘Look at the moon...it’s so beautiful.’

July 17th 1999
It was a Saturday
Humid night
You had a white t shirt on
I remember everything you told me that night
Even if I don’t remember
Anything I said
Found that orange pillow that you’d bring to our Saturday nights
On my couch
And like a dummy
I smelled it
And somehow
Someway
The gods remembered
How much I loved you
Because the smell of your
Hair was still upon it
After years
And
Years
As a kid
u learn young
does
not mean
immature &
as an adult
u realize
older
does not mean
wiser
The media gets it all wrong when
they try to depict geeks & nerds;
I knew a geek, he was a poet who
worked the Coney Island freak show.

I knew a female nerd; she fronted
a punk band & won the crown
at the Mermaid parade; Coney Island
is obviously a paradise for nerds;
ask the gangsters on Brighton Beach

Bespectacled & goofy gamers?
How about metalhead stoners
on the front lines at Antifa rallies
throwing rocks through store windows
& idolizing the Weather Underground

The media thinks Mark Zuckerberg
is the ideal nerd & Steve Jobs was the
ultimate hipster; that plays to mass
conformity but it's a lie; Van Gogh
was a geek, Picasso a nerd; Jackson
Pollack was a nerd; Einstein a geek

Nerds write novels & poetry;
geeks have brilliant but unrealistic
ideas; a far cry from the colorless
Everyman they try to convince u to be
Let's rip it up & start again;
this world is too heavy w/
ur soft, leathery soles trod
the sodden misty ground;
let's start from the beginning
where u enter the world
upside down & inside out;
Let's blow it up so we can see
the details of a microscopic
other world where u are
worshiped as an unseen thing
vast beyond comprehension;
yes, I know, u are a headless
goddess w/ three heads
nonetheless that u can take off
& put on like masks; there is
only u where u are & what ur
made of is the stuff of novas &
black holes implode in
symmetrical chaos; crystalline
eyes & deep sea desires motivate
the sycophants; walk w/ me
on mars to discover long hidden
lost civilizations where they
worship ur brains w/o being told
by the light of ur grace; holding
my hand beneath the moon & sun
Narcissus invented the selfie; Echo was the first stalker;
  how little things have changed since the Golden Age
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