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Occupation (ode to charlie)



He really is no different                      I think                                            bright blue eyes unchanged                   "Paul Newman", she says               same kid, same seat                    different shirt                                   so it changes.

Labels can’t be beat                ingrained social hummings           clustered words and phrases       beaten into an image, a shell              of what may or may not                   be true.

White letters on black back          black list                                      black ball.                                    Every day I attempt to fit                the round world into a square frame. While a crowd throws little rocks  not realizing that all they’re doing      is being redundant.



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