Is there enough space
between notebook lines
to fill in your own story?
Space is rationed
and your lot is 1/4 inch
and your joys
and sorrows
and left field sucker punch
epiphenies
have to be squeezed in
Coffee soaked thoughts,
sleep talking your way out of
bagel theft, arson,
impersonating a shrubbery,
only footprints in volcanic ash
Sunday, September 25, 2005
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