Passage
the
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a
d
gobbles up spools
of white thread
sewn down the center seam
and spits it out
in patches
quilted over
yards of green
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Poetry
Passage
the
r
o
a
d
gobbles up spools
of white thread
sewn down the center seam
and spits it out
in patches
quilted over
yards of green
TL
Marshall Mathers
last night
had a crazy dream
that I was sitting there
by myself
watching the Oscars
waiting for Rene
and I heard a familiar beat
when they showed a clip of 8-Mile
‘bout how music and movies can be magic
and then there he is
in the flesh
rising from the floor
bobbing to the beat
rapping what he wrote
what he won an Oscar for …
“Look, if you had one shot or one opportunity
to seize everything you ever wanted in one moment
would you capture it, or just let it slip?
Yo …”
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When it Rains
small me
would watch
t
h
e
r
a
i
n
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
and think
God is sad
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