I'm working on a series of 9 line poems. It seemed a good idea at the time.
There will be 99 eventually. None have titles so the title here is just for
convenience. The lack of punctuation is deliberate.
lack of energy betrays
the usual kindnesses
with a tray of tiredness
that erupts in pain
resists the point of
this pen writing
delays the impulse
of thought - you'd think
John Cage prepared me
bw
James
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