If I don't think
I will be sated
I will be filled
If neurons stay quiet
I've never written poems
About having mechanical eyes
Maybe I should start
I need new imagery
Lately I've been falling
Asleep while writing poetry
But my dreams remain
As boring as always
Last night I watched
Snow cover my skylight
When I woke up
It had all melted
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
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