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jomeo and roulette
62. July 3, 2010 (last sat.)

My oatmeal spoon glints in the ash tray
outside the dining hall, i hate to leave
our conversation about writing as happy

trees, architecture, the revision process angry
trees added over orange swipes of setting sun.
Revision as mixed paint metaphor for the afro'd man

so excited to teach painting on the television.
Here i am to sermonize on the new media
in a long arts skirt, poofy 60's bob. Let's go,

memories of college pocketwatches under
the conference table. Start from the wine dungeon
up, torch-lit tour, this internet we inhabit. The safe word is re

-naissance, pronounced like an Australian
might. i can show the class-- servant stairwell
to the statcounter i've installed, covert beneath

starched white tablecloth, google alerts?
The dumbwaiter. i swear it's ok to claim
an online username, pseudonym smoke.

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