Long Typist Poems

Carpet spoke. "It is only Tuesday and already I am covered in pieces and all that straw and occasional crisp. I have no mouth. I cannot possibly devour it. Where are my friends the hoovering...

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I.	Daybreak

what glint of morning
is this where the rusty bloom of chain link fences
cuts the turf of rowhouses

the weeds still talk with the legs
of crickets as the post-dawn moon
fades like a bubble

here the old Norges and...

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I crossed the road in front of a red 1947 Oldsmobile. Horns 
honking throughout the city. She sounded young and free on the 
phone when she called last night. Not meaning to clip the wing...

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"...you could be the 'IBM704' or n'Auntie... which would you be...?"


I paused to think on it.
lol
With Love...

~Ooooh Steven...

Yeah, you hear,
in the 'Gates Motel'....
eyelash typist, I hope you're well. ;)
Tease I can at the squawk, Mr....

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THESE TALKING KEYS ARE THE KEYS TO HIS HEART

Oh no, here comes the one who ever draws nigh
And with words he’ll sit here and cry
Now he’s tapping on our ebony letters
All to explain the pain...

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Early 70's suffered from post puberty traumatic stress
running to the school bus stop my belongings a mess
at times missing the bus and walking to school
enjoying my time alone and the suburban view

Graduated from my NY...

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I have been pre - oc
cupied 
i have knot been per -
used to periodical nomanclature nor have I been be - 
spectaled by the enormity of my

self

but have been painting numerous
simple questions to my

self:

under guises...

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I was asked to interview my husband's potential secretary.
Reluctant I was, but I got dressed and did it.
Using his office and his chair.
It was much too cumbersome for me.
I asked the third question and leaned...

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A world, reading into your mind
You want answers, solstice you may find
You got the image, the entire world all laid out
And for a moment your escape is made
A broom to sweep away your doubts
You might...

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Have you ever had the best ……… of the worst of the most ……….ordinary of the kindest …….. of days?
I am think-typing, so this is starting to annoy me.
What?
Have you ever had the ghost of...

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In a lattice-lit dorm room sits a writer.
A discarded chemistry book lies beside her.
because ideas are hitting off her, like a collider.

Why does writing make her feel alive-er?
Cause it helps sort out the feelings inside...

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Taking a course of being a secretary
Typewriter on the table is ready

My hands are aching to hit the letters
Speed depends on the movements of my fingers

A basic instrument of communication
You have to familiarize with the...

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There was once a woman— not of vice,
Nice, she’d warm lonely beds for a price;
A poet hired her once...
He says, not for romance,
Get inspired, and no thanks, that'd suffice. 
Poets pine for a muse,
Think, muse...

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God Will Overlook

For God, would you want to go to work
As maybe quite a genius or plain old clerk
Milking many cows or working in a field
Hoping to produce a very good yield.

How about being plumber...

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___ Manual Typewriter At Work___

The keys clack aloud
As they strike the paper
The carriage lifts up
When the shift key is alter
The ping of the bell warns the typist
That she is nearing the end 
Of the line...

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A former life.
I am there, a sort of poet in 1920.

My typewriter
speaks a thousand words of English,
if you peck at it with a thousand fingers.
I need help.

I have hired a woman,
a lady from a typing...

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