2005-01-25

spliced swill

coo dove sounds drift like down from a room up the stairs where small soft bears keep watch as she slips toward sleep.

phone rings blare and i shift in a chair where legs sting numb as I sit and stare at a screen clear as clean blank sky.

i write and i write and it's quick flick slight as a short skirt's flirt with knees.

i write and i write and it's sweet thick trite as bread and jam and cheese.

i write and i try and i fuss and i sigh and i fight with my mind's spliced swill.

i write and i write and i write and i write 'cause i know that i can and i will.

anamomda experiments one syllable at a time.

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