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Where the Hell Did I Put My Glasses? (Free verse) by Joe-joe A pen, paper cup and pair of reading glasses
lie fastened to a desk in an old unused trailer.
The bonding agent?
A 10 year old coffee and sugar concoction
fashioned wholly from unsteady hands
- hands that plugged away each day at an old keyboard,
rummaged files for lost memos and reports
and thumbed frantically through obsolete
versions of the company phone listing -
hands that no longer toil for an annual wage
but now steadily hold the daily tabloid at arms length.
Up the ladder:
Eulogy for a Poet
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Walk The Boy To Circles
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Posted: January 17, 2006 12:43 PM PST; Last modified: January 17, 2006 12:43 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.119203 Overall Rank: 5814 Comments:
a fantastic collection of images....
A bit pedestrian. The language needs to be punchier, interesting.
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in an old unused trailer
a pen and paper cup
read like memoirs,
bound there by concoction
of sugar and ten-year-old coffee.
Written by unsteady hands
on an old keyboard,
and rummaged files for lost reports,
thumbed frantically the company phone listing -
hands that no longer toil for an annual wage
but steadily hold the daily tabloid at arms length.
just a suggestion.