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dreams of work and work full
of dreams how did it all get
mixed up and reversed and
possibly dispersed to the
wrong quadrants, the wrong
coordinates coordinated with
the right and left but not the
up and down - town i work in
slow lane, the slow lane,
aggressive driving and
switching lanes as
the box of metal
falls apart -
a thought
for a moment
of a time w/out
the man-made pollution
machine and maybe you didn't
get to travel worldwide (or it
took your *whole* entire life)
but the air was prob a lot, lot
cleaner...

exit, removed, cancel,
control-C, apple command,
break - chips, heat-sink,
fans. cool.

words, tools, fools, ships,

perpetually a poem in progress
flooding MUG with words worth
less. that is not worthless,
rather worth less than the
other words perhaps. or
perhaps these words a
-re the ones.

lack of sleep 'print screened'
to the page in line after line
of non-sense rhyme and time and
time again a memory pops up and
i can escape the present for a
moment and ponder the future or
the past perhaps at hand even
now.

even, now?

stalling
falling
calling
showing
knowing
caring

bleh. blues as cloud storm
still passes overhead, gaining
momentum, raining, thundering,
reminding, releasing...

raw poems that will never be
read again
never see the light of day
never be thought about or
changed or messed with or
re-read for the seventy second
time.

couldn't a real poet sum this dump
up in a lot less words? compress
distress?

a few hours of sleep and then work
again, maybe more work too needed,
and it's only thursday and the flow...

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