27 Wednesday Mar 2013
Posted in poems
I can write
as eloquently as
I think I can
and still feel
pissed off
the next day
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
being wormhole: at the apex
identity wormhole: returning home
living wormhole: … thank you
writing wormhole: 1976
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Well said for a perfectionist. And I can think as eloquently as I think I can and not have said a word the next day! Go figure.
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aha, well tagged!
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Ah the days like that are too frequent – darn 🙂
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Bruce – you’ve changed again!; I went to play a mindless game of Jewelish and when I came back you’d turned into a bird
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Yes the migration back to Hotmail is not without frustrations 😦
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