I am amongst a frantic
silent
period
Everyone is busy
with numbers in their head
a pen gripped firm, where all the magic begins
Scribbling down notes
a tangled mess of formulae
buttons of assistance…the
calculator, what would they do
without them?
Nor do I question the purpose of time
the economy
it all makes us whine
Ah, forget it
I am amongst a frantic
silent period
this poem to pass time
this “poet”,
failing another grind
Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 6:06 AM UTC
I am amongst a frantic
silent
period
Everyone is busy
with numbers in their head
a pen gripped firm, where all the magic begins
Scribbling down notes
a tangled mess of formulae
buttons of assistance…the
calculator, what would they do
without them?
Nor do I question the purpose of time
the economy
it all makes us whine
Ah, forget it
I am amongst a frantic
silent period
this poem to pass time
this “poet”,
failing another grind
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