The Incessant Lament of Unfulfilled Fruition

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or: The Whining of Sour Grapes

We spent the whole day together again, he says.
She still says she wants to be friends,
she says she doesn’t feel anything stronger.
It’s making me crazy!
I want to spend my life with her,
but she pushes me away.
I just saw these friends of mine.
They picked ten bushels of grapes this weekend
and stomped them, and bottled them
and put them in the cellar to age.
That’s so beautiful, man.
They know they’ll still be together
when the wine is ready to drink.

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I'm best known as an artist and designer. Relaxing makes me tense, so I tend to put in a lot of hours on diverse projects.

Before becoming a visual artist, I spent 15 years as a poet. I studied poetry at Interlochen Arts Academy, Naropa, Stone Circle and on the streets. I performed my work for years at Stone Circle, solo shows, poetry readings, and at Lollapalooza in 1996.

I still write poems, but only if I can make them fit the constraints ofTwitter.

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