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Shake It Out With Shae part x

Shae Minnillo
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12:31 am (10 hours ago)
Hey Chris
I remember being in middle school and having to write a “report” on someone I shared a birthday with. Whatever bullshit class I was in that assigned this paper only had the one stipulation: write a biography on someone you share the same date of birth with. Being roughly ten years younger than I am now and without the help/guidance of modern internet’s capability of locating much more information than that of the mid-to-late 1990s (have you forgotten the dark pre-Google days already?) all I was able to find easily was that Ron Howard shared my name day. I wrote my paper on Ron Howard. At the time I had very limited experience with the work of Mr. Howard and probably put heavy emphasis on his work as Opie and Richie Cunningham. Earlier today someone sent me astrological information during web correspondence regarding my birth day and whatnot and I found some people I share it with. I don’t mean to knock Mr. Howard, but some of the people sharing the first of March company are, to me, somewhat more impressive… Had I known that Oskar Kokoschka shared the date I probably would’ve had a much better topic for discussion than air-dates of episodes of Happy Days and information about American Graffiti.

Yes it’s me,
Shae

Millionaires

you
no faces
no faces at all
laughing at nothing
let me tell you
i have drunk in skidrow rooms with imbecile winos
whose cause was better
whose eyes still held some light whose voices retained some sensibility
and when the morning came
we were sick but not ill
poor but not deluded
and we stretched in our beds
and rose in the late afternoon
like millionaires

-Charles Bukowski

40,000 Flies

torn by a temporary wind
we come back together again

check walls and ceilings for cracks and
the eternal spiders

wonder if there will be one more
woman

now
40,000 flies running the arms of my
soul
singing
I met a million dollar baby in a
5 and 10 cent
store

arms of my soul?
flies?
singing?

what kind of shit is
this?

it’s so easy to be a poet
and so hard to be
a man.

-Charles Bukowski