in thirty minutes
used to fill
five to seven pages at a time
some days it takes
three days to produce
three pages
what a let down
like a plumber who
has been paid
but will not work
sometimes I sit as if catatonic
for thirty minutes at a time
waiting for thought
to come out maybe
they are stuck up in the mind
and will have to wait
until it dries and cracks
then while still sitting I will
leap from my spot
with so much thought
and then everything stops
sometimes I come back and reread
what I have written
astounded shocked and awed
and a little bit saddened
as the day comes
to an abrupt end falling
asleep drowning myself
on the pool table…
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