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Walter Whitman I adore you
(
person
)
by
junkpile
Fri Jul 28 2000 at 14:52:52
The first hippie, the original
sweaty-toothed madman
shouted seething, laughed and leaped and
frightened America
. You knew how to get turned on and tell people about it, without a trace of shame. Nothing you did had shame in it because it was all
just being human
.
I bet you died smiling. If God let you
come back
, I'm sure he let you come back as something really good. But that's silly I know because for you there would have been no bad options, nothing you did not want to be. You will always be limitless scrawls in my mind,
fresh dark wet ink
scrawls. I read your words and I want to be everybody and everything. I want to yell in all the ways there are to yell, even the quiet ones. I want to live my whole life outside.
I was at the beach and I saw
high-school boys
playing in the surf and I watched them until
it occurred to me who I had become
. The boys did not know it. They were
just being beautiful
, and I got to watch. I will always adore you for knowing how much fun it can be simply to be here and to
keep your eyes open
and to
dig whatever you dig
and to make it all true to the core.
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chaos
The boys did not know it. They were just being beautiful, and I got to watch.
Walt Whitman
I know better than you do that I've got a hold on you.
Dropping out of college is scary
It could be the last time you see me alive
To John Bartlett, Who Had Sent Me a Seven Pound Trout
Human beings will believe anything
let me know who you are now.
The Delicate Art of the Rifle
You're too young to be so old
snarking out
I need these blue and black halos for comfort, to remind me where I am, who I am, when I am
Emerson, Thoreau, and Dickinson compared
Wandering about with keys dangling from an oversized shoelace around your neck
Leaves of Grass
writer
fresh dark wet ink
Lodi, Wisconsin
For those on the verge of leaving
How to write lyrics
This is me. This is who I am. The numbers shouldn't matter.
flowered and returned to the Mississippi mud
come back
The people who matter most to me are the ones who make me laugh
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