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In the maybe (Free verse) by INTRANSIT

Going from a warm wet womb to sandpaper days is nobodys fault. Even 1200 grit can take too much off the top, and make friday fall short. Or hump-day go Plummeting into tomorrow. No one knows what causes a missed phone call, or cabinet of burned out bulbs; lessons without teachers. And christmas is always on the other side of a freshly mopped floor. I don't have much to offer beside I'm coming I'm coming in a minute. All I have to give is a used ladder, a new hammer a handfull of galvanized nails. I can't promise if you go once more onto the roof the job will get done. All I can say is, It looks like rain.

Dental Panic 8-Jul-07/8:14 AM
There is a good line in here, the one about chrismas I mean, but on the whole it drifts off in the ‘I make some kind of statement’ direction. You know, this and that: is nobody’s fault, no one knows, all I have, all I can, undsoweiter. It’s like generalising the personal in order to express an all too poetic mood of inconclusiveness. Perhaps. I could be completely wrong here. But one does have that liberty in the warm wet womb of the internet.

Anyway, speaking of teachers – I just watched Taylor Mali perform ‘what teachers make’. I think your logbook poem is better, but this one is worse. So much for comparisons.






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