April 18, 2012

#1083 the black end of art and commitment

i've been tired for days
trying to plug in to this moment
this pause between tic and toc on the clock
but my mind is a blender
fast and mixed
my life camera is shaky
i haven't noticed my shaow since
     since 4pm freddy-sips and popsicle-sticks?
sing my voice out through a microphone
squeeze my heart out through a meat-grinder
waiting for someone to notice
instead of applaud

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