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Where’s the Editor?

That thing I wrote on Friday at 10:42 a.m.?

I really didn’t need to put that on some blog.

It could have stayed hidden

in the journal of sickness.

Twitter might have been better.

 

I have my heavy, thick dumping grounds.

Where is my brain editor?

Where is my medicine?

 

I have too many monkeys

in my circus.

Need to pack up and go home.

Please, take me home.

 

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  1. #1 by Evelyn on March 14, 2011 - 6:45 pm

    “Need to pack up and go home.

    Please, take me home.”
    love lines with the word “home”
    something about that word, that concept…

    Reply

    • #2 by Carl on March 14, 2011 - 10:51 pm

      Home is frequent like The for me. Always looking for it so it’s all over the place in my mind.

      Reply

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