it feels good to close eyes, putting my head into may arms on the desk. As where I know it is early and the coffee is filling the ache of addiction - a few hours of really good sleep beats none and fails to compare to a nights rest.
propping up my right elbow is an ornate oriental box containing two metal balls containing bells or something that chimes. Right arm cradles the head at a good height so there will be no strain in holding my self correct later.
I need a short nap - my cell phone is charging while I await important phone calls. This combination doesn't suit me at all.
Edit: HA! I just saw that I posted this after three and I reference the time as early - well, I wrote it this morning - fairly early and didn't hit "publish post" until after three - really tired.
chicago poetry. poetry for a people. poetry for a moment. poetry to satiate the need. poetry of an american outlaw. poetry for the best words in their best order. poetry by Jhon Baker
Monday, November 15, 2010
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Only you can describe something so ordinary and make it poetic.. I kid you not (read my comment about Mister)you and him are eerily similar.. You write, he talked..
ReplyDeleteps- I left a review but not sure how it comes across to readers. If you would like an edit,please let me know.K?
Ok lovely.. just re-read my review..fucking typos..
ReplyDeleteThank you for the great review - a few typos but authentic and very much appreciated. Also thank you for the compliment as well!
ReplyDeleteI'm always amazed at how your "normal' writing is so good and so readable...
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