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Nervy Are My Heedless Words
O clock-faced time
why do you twitter all day long -
begone all ding dongs
and bell towers.
I have a French fry on my shoulder,
my body trembles internally
broken springs click-clack,
knock upon self-beating gongs.
Yes, I am angry,
often bitterly bothered
about the passing of
just about everything,
and why on earth
cannot I stay put
and pause the thought
of oblivion
just for one
uninterrupted moment.
Copyright ©
Eric Ashford
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