with purpose, prepare the boxes
with tape and cleansing powder
removal of all, small sparks of a glance
all that was suppose to resemble permanence
a long tale towards dementia, a small unpleasant trail
of spotted associations
split at the end with dots of potential use, or useless information
pile into a box, discard upon arrival
there’s no more space for their meaning
departing
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COCOYEA 
love the play on words in this and the line “there’s no more space for their meaning”
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The poem moves with purpose too, very precise and controlled rhythm and structure and great sounds, lots of clipped consonants. Fantastic poetry with energy,
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Yayayayayaya, you’re album arrived and it’s brilliant! The first couple got my old punk heart beating and then you showed a lot of variety. I think Track 6 is my favourite and the impro proves what a great drummer you are. The other musicians are listening to you and you are running the band. You are a musician drummer, so rare, you are going to have a fantastic career. Make sure got good people around you and nothing will stop you. That is how good you are. The CD is great.
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Oh great! I’m glad you enjoyed it Paul, and thanks so much for the support. Hey Lissa!
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wow, been here so many times. really enjoyed this piece. takes me away to my gypsy days. i should share this with my mom. good day to you. how can i get a cd?
there’s nothing more displacing than moving. well, there’s probably tons of other things 🙂 you can get a “real” copy of the cd at http://cdbaby.com/cd/telenovelastar2 or you can download it at itunes. Thanks.
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