i had two lines of what was going to be a great poem in my head
but i was in class and could not write them down
the adjunct professor lectured us regarding e.e. cummings
and i was praised for reciting an observation
which last semester's professor had made regarding the same poem
i forget the poem which was in my head at the beginning of class
spotify is stuck on shuffle
my roommate retweeted a tweet to me which said that if you have a "shit stache" then you need a "reality check"
he did not add any commentary of his own
i felt inexplicably sad
i was sitting by the bathrooms in au bon pain
then i ran into a friend outside of washington square park
he plays in a band called 'leaves of green'
i asked him how 'leaves of grass' is going
think i might write a poetry book called leavesofgrassbywaltwhitman.com
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