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a new batch of friends, poets, and seekers!.
How about you, on a Sunday morning!?!?


Living As The Clock Ticks

You missed
it!.
While the sky busted up the clouds
you sat waiting, poised!.
While the sea sank its borders
you played scrabble in a smoky room!.
While the forest begged for air
you blamed the
chalk-faced preacher
and his wooden words!.
While
the bear lay fat and quiet
you piled tinder
on the constant rail!.
While the wind farmed dust in the streets
of anywhere
you sang the old gospels
one by one
on a farm with
too green corn
and all the while, the meter maid
was counting minutes and the
bear became
fat and grew dreams
in a dirt bunker and all
the while
as you waited dreamless
in your backyard clothes
broad cloth clinging to your old man bones
the thundering
tick
tock
swept clean the old days
and the whistle blew
your train
straight on through
the station!.

~~~~DPM~~~~
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