Monday, August 11, 2008

take five

one year i used to
write a poem a day.
sometimes there's poems in your hair
but i'm not picking thru that again.

stuck here for a little while
i defer, distract, do one more
piece for the master. i don't understand
why i don't give my job more respect
it's been with me all these years
and it treats me like home.

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