nothing will keep
us young you know
not young men or
women who spin
their youth on
cool playing sounds.
we are what we
are what we never
think we are.
no more wild geo
graphies of the
flesh. echoes. that
we move in tune
to slower smells.
it is a hard thing
to admit that
sometimes after midnight
i am tired
of it all.

Sonia Sanchez

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John Tiong Chunghoo (9/23/2006 8:50:00 AM)
yes very true. especially day after day, so unpoetry.

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