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im off work
i called it quits
a poem a day
im a head of schedule
but in my head
grow dandelions
and i just cant resist
weeing out these flowers
and shoveling
manure
if you had my problems
youd press refresh at once
but if you knew the answers
why would you care to share
im on an outbound mail Truck
im headed out to greece
im on a delivery i'll be back
im sure
but if i could take a minute
and swim in the canals
the water so blue
it glistens
i really must be going
i hear the churchbell ring
it is not every day
i feel so cleansed as now
what is this world i live in
that lacks a tidy living
/evening
spent with my wife
she knows i passion
i relent to come to bed
unless to sit beside her
or make her eyes roll back
but if i could ;stay up n write
that id do instead

i really cant compete
with the visions on my paper
they need to be orginized
in such and such a way
dont make me go right now mom
we just started this game
havent you been young once
havent you felt the same
you make a boy out of me
you make me a stud
i knever thought or had
a dream
im in right now
so let me get my sleep, i mumbled
its mourning in a while