another tale
where
i
am
all Bummed Out
Flat Walled
Emptied
but again
my guts find the habit
in the carbon frame
and
work a poem up from toy blocks to brain stem
and
blog it in the tangled brambles
and
later
unpickle into sense
the
sentences of a stifled short story
thats
boiling over on the back burner
in
these
acts
i Fill up
become Flushed
and Calmed
briefly and enough
to breed a brood of hopes
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