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Sunday, January 23, 2011
Early Morning Writing: January 23, 2011
weighty clock tick
graphic brick fingers tapping the keyboard
dense hope "something meaningful
floats to the words on the page"
sludge slowly sweeps
through the room
I know this one well, lol. Once wrote a poem about my body oozing off the mattress like dark black sludge, only to pool on the floor because it had found its lowest level. Great stone,
Ah the days of sludge...know them well
ReplyDeleteI know this one well, lol. Once wrote a poem about my body oozing off the mattress like dark black sludge, only to pool on the floor because it had found its lowest level. Great stone,
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