Posted: February 27, 2012 in otiose

I met you in Jacksonville
Florida
not Arkansas.
You wanted to tell me that you’re happy now
with a steady girl
and
a band

which is preposterous, or so I thought it was.
Maybe it’s not.
Now it’s stuck in my head.

I know that you’re capable of being happy
whereas I’m not.

I also thought about Synecdoche, NY
which is something I haven’t thought about in a long time
namely because it’s unpleasant to think about.

Anyway, I can’t compete with Jacksonville
North Carolina
not Florida.

I’m a dull individual.
Hopeless.

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