Saturday, February 23, 2013


I sit in front
hourly of all the
blank and empty
power while the
steamy streets
drip ice.
I have to look
for things to do
with optics, audio,
word, and eyes
past the white curtain.
Aging way beyond
uselfulness, the jokes
I play on myself
keep me alive
instead of money.


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