1. The jewels were set off long ago as fireworks
    The shoe or the sheer wonder of a shiver
    Provided whatever light it could
    While I provided harness for a knot-bun
    Of bone, sinew, and statistical analysist
    Torso of a man, head of a ram
    And all the glory that flows from a doner's clone:
    Rag and bone shop, call it whatever.
    Having never truly loved it and never truly followed
    I cannot say I have lost it, except in myself

    I have failed to act on my desire and lost where I had acted
    On the practice fields of imaginary private schools.


    11/3/2016, 8:27 PM 


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  2. Mom and Lori,  Lori, Lori, Mark Z, and Nat
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  4. I find it difficult to like or dislike appointments in INT.
    They treat me so strangely there. They treat my body like a bag of meat
    As they nudge it into the shapes it needs to be with a variety of well-used
    Gear, some working some not, and a tucked shoulder, a forearm, 
    A thigh and the curl of one ankle to resemble the perfect awkward, where
    They leave me for fifteen minutes. After that time, I hear in the headphones,
    "Are you ready, Mr. Fox,"as if I had been holding up the rodeo all this time
    Among gear built by heroes before who knew we would be heroes by now.


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  5. And here's one from Lori!


    And if you ever thought there was a good reason Sutro Tower needs an official poem, you could start a petition! I know a candidate!
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  6. Football is the most American sport.
    All it lacks is guns.
     
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