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working the factory floor
so my mind can wander
with words to worlds unlike
any you've ever seen or like
to think are make believe, but
i believe and i see and i write
it down, the sounds tumbling
from the keys, or the small
noise of a pencil passing
over padded paper on a
table beside the bed,
besides the other
moments only
now imagined
like some weird
freakshow side-
circus with an
order of greasy
string fries that
are so hard to
find here in
indiana, i still
seem to have
not found a place
to park my heart
for the long haul.

after all, with the
name, you know
i'd have to stall
out once or twice
while coming up
against -
windows,
pressed -
flowers
float by
& the radio tower leans
in the wind and we all
wonder when, we all
wonder when and
again, one more
time we all
wonder
when.