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The Fire Burns
Poems
Apr 2019
Zoning out
Upon this desk, I lean,
staring at this screen,
from it nothing, do I glean,
I don't know what it means.
I hit the coffee for caffeine,
but this doesn't stop the dream,
my mind is a machine,
stuck in a routine.
Perhaps I need some epinephrine,
to get my thoughts hot like acetylene,
lubricate them with vaseline,
start them jumping on a trampoline.
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The Fire Burns
M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)
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