COUNTING DOWN TO NETWORK
In the morning I awake, after thinking it
over first. The ready-to-kill-me pills are
at my side like bad ideas. It's all I can do
to stay steady. I'm doing crossword puzzles
late into the night - the answer to every clue
is 'dire straits.' Not the band, no, you fool.
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My runaway vestibule manages to stay with
me, and it's where I run for refuge. I keep
an 'alternative dictionary to other languages'
close by as well - something I bought years
ago from DeBoer's or Weiser's, I forget. Small
lk-in bookstores used to run the world. Now
they don't. It's run by runts.
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