Toil
Digital clock bomb ticking silence lower right angled forever is eight point five
hours a day there toiled kempt invisible spent walking rigid funk robot wired
loose framed shut felt mutt waste like glimpse circular window goldfish and city’s
outline swept through wander inhale adjust inhale time square one infinite mess
oh calculator sonata
Copyright © Kate Puks | Year Posted 2008
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