HARMONIOUS NOISE
Aimless to a fault, that's me.
I'm not doing much these days -
a daydream and a dreamcatcher,
me, combined. Miserable feet up
on the desk.
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I look around to see something,
anything; remembering names
and pretty girls' faces, the guys
they went out with, and who
tied their laces. 'I've got a brand
new pair of rollerskates; you've
got a brand new key'?
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Evening always comes - like it
does, even when despised. No
more frog-croaks at the water,
and no more turtles 'hiding so
scared in their shells.' And, yes,
these inside jokes will kill me,
sure as Nero had a fiddle.
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Nothing past perplexity; nothing
ever clears. Everything grows its
own dense god. The real labor
comes in slicing through the mist.
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