Typewriter
My nerves are like a typewriter
pressed on bones of keys
wrecking deadline hours after beats
of caffeine throb on soiled manuscripts.
Boss says, " keep the news more harrowing
than the murder." I steam the facts,
boil it into water,and grate lines
but only perspiration flows; the scene too common.
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Copyright © Henry W | Year Posted 2013
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