as if a fistfight in my dreams
and i am knocked out
and dragged along
but in the meantime
there are errands and
no comparing these jarring jams --
scramble no picnics and egg no pans:
we scan our meter for sweeter rhythm
times to swim in
with rhyme of a season
lines that build shapes --
escape from the page
turn key to the next
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side note
While this blog's original purpose was to keep myself honest in my practice of doing daily justwrites-- 10-minute freewrites from some unusual starting points-- it has meandered to occasionally include other sorts of writing, to address other goals, and to even include other authors. Now, its main function is as a sort of verbal/ thought outcropping in public view. These are not polished pieces, and most are completely rough drafts. As some pieces may be developed through revision, your comments are most appreciated.
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