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My friends, this blog is dedicated to those men and women who go out of their way to be remarkably interesting. In other words, all of those fascinating Stanton students (or, in the rarest of cases, students from other schools) can join this blog to appreciate creative writing developed by us students. I, Braden Beaudreau, the creator of this blog, will post my past, present, and future works on this website, and those who join and comment will get the same opportunities. May all of you live in happiness and peace, and never forget: being interesting is the only way to stand out from the masses.

Monday, November 4, 2019

Do you try to defrag memories


Do you try to defrag memories
Overwrite bits and bytes
Spike bars and restaurants with poetry
Retold every place
Refold every space
Do you try to delete fate
Like you deleted my face

Do you try to defrag memories
Sort them into cities
Spaces of BNBs 
And related debris 
From the loosened sheets
And tourist streets
Do you try to delete complete 
Memories of my heartbeats

Do you try to defrag memories
Of entire goddamned states
From San Diego to LA
Up the coast and to the Oregon line
Fire fates and rocky eroded straights
To cities stuck in west coast time
Do you try to delete redwood pine
Sunlight shine through the vine and whine?

I defrag memories
Sit through them
Sift through them 
Booze through them
Recount them with a Venti
Plus a friend’s Hennessy
Claiming them for my own
My own thrown
Throne, groan and Moan 
Forget what you shown
Prone to the known 
Groan for my own 

Bemoan I sleep not alone 

I defrag memories
I overwrite them 
Overnight poetry books
Spite psychiatry nooks
Light ovary fucks 
Give the mirror dirty looks
Hook ropes around my neck
Wrecked by Canadian emo hooks 

I cannot delete them
Scum thrum dumb up
My rectum;
Slum drunk as alum 

They haunt me 
What have you done
I am overcome
Leave me mayhem 

I cannot defrag memories
My computer is split to pieces
Faeces and agile releases 
Acquit shit, acquit cock pit 
Cockpit, git comit 
Got vomit 
I’ve lost it

Do you try to defrag memories
Did you delete all traces of me
Do you see our history
Or is it consumed by entropy,
By dreadful destiny, by dead energy
By lengthy legacy no one gets to see?
By desperate density of parody?

Do you try to defrag me, memories

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