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This is an old sketch from a ’97 (’96? ’95? not sure) character for a story I worked on with a 5th grader.  I share it only because I found my “visions of the future” interesting. I guess beepers have become PDAs, and the “compact” dvd player I imagined, is now an i-pod. The helmet mounted camera is also way bigger than anything we might find practical today. I think I did pretty good on the all-purpose ID and multi-function laptop, though. And lollipops, kneepads, rollerblades, and ugly ties are still around.

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                    for my cousin

In between sips

     he envisions vague outlines

of crescent moon asses

          melting into butter brown hips

curving and dipping

     into the darkness

                he seeks drinking malt liquor

and lighting a fire

     he keeps his cigarette burning

             while swallowing his dirty

desires and living as lonely

     as every delusion he

                   takes home on the weekends

         to quiet the demons

    that have taken the life

out of living and replaced

             it instead in his head

         with a scene from a time

in his youth when a

                 truth could still be discovered

       by sinking for moments

                to places where

we run out of air.

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on the page

     where i am god

 

i breath life

into the bodies

of the words

as they appear

 

i give them form

against the

emptiness

around them

 

and promise them space

without the invasion

of capitalization

or the oppression of punctuation

 

i ask them to gather

in ways that pay honor

to that which came before

 

and warn them against

the sins of plagiarism

and the vices of being cliché

 

and i threaten them

that they can be

ripped into letters

left to mean nothing.

 

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