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Tuesday, February 1, 2011
The club today voted to send Dan Simmon's poem as our submission to the Commuter this week.
Can You Tell?
by Danny Earl Simmons
I could tell you
but you
might have to kill
me
if I told you
I am one
flinch
after another
flinch
all day long
Why do I squint?
I am from space
I am from the between of things
jobs(I am)jobs
girlfriends(I am)girlfriends
apartments(I am)apartments
doctors(I am)doctors
rocks(I am)and hard places
I need
to tell
someone
I need
a gun.
Can You Tell?
by Danny Earl Simmons
I could tell you
but you
might have to kill
me
if I told you
I am one
flinch
after another
flinch
all day long
Why do I squint?
I am from space
I am from the between of things
jobs(I am)jobs
girlfriends(I am)girlfriends
apartments(I am)apartments
doctors(I am)doctors
rocks(I am)and hard places
I need
to tell
someone
I need
a gun.
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