Song Some

Hold in anxiety, then

let it dissolve to some frothy

nothing.  MY day is

my day, a row of gems on either

side that I can just stare at and walk

playing whatever tune in my head.

Attitude of this, this new this for

me in a sweet forever like, tah-tah-tah,

tah-tah-tah… jazz in everything I’m saying and thinking,

new function of a writer just revolving around in some

inner shiny door.

What was that word, “anxiety”?  Who.. what.. what—

Exactly, non-concept.  This is a very much ME day.

There… now I turn page.

Want to read with me?

 

(2/11/17)

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