My poems began with procrastination...during engineering classes... in a notebook which shows you even engineers need a little poetry in their lives.
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Elk-no
High desert Nevada
I don't give a shit
About your rolling hills,
your scrub and your dirt,
the mining roads that I drive
In conquest of gold.
I don't feel alive
Not till I go home,
...
till I reach Colorado.
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