...make sure you buy a coffee or else they won't let you loiter in this japanese mcdonalds
please...have a seat
i won't oversimplify it for you
b/c let's face it, i can't:
at one time the writers were tearing it asunder
nothing made sense after all that mustard gas
now there is writing // mass confessionals about "chicks" & "dudes" // technology imp(rove)airments?
critical mass // intellectually driven poems // can i take you back?to the romantics // people were dying // was // is poetry an elite practice?
i already mentioned my friend mister keats...
yes...of course i knew him...ima god
...but...who...the...fuck cares?
b: ok...
a: so...you got the job if you want it!
...i want YOU to be accessible but not confessional, readable but not breathable...
the poet for the masses
let me show you over to HR
it's just that table over there
c: i see you have your papers in order, all points of identification have been verified...welcome...welcome...
what's that, yer not sure you want the position?
don't let this mcdonalds fool you, we have an excellent benefits package
we just don't like to accumulate space, eh, it's hard to explain but try this, i'm here for your benefit in a material form
i occupy all space and time, but at present // this moment i occupy THIS space and time // dig?
legit...legit?!
of course i hear your concerns
but i assure you...no you don't want to go with PAAU // i promise this is the best outfit in town...
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