and all of a sudden two hours of delicious time
have passed and there’s a dog staring in the
window from outside at me thinking that
two hours is way too long.
but then his owner comes up and i move
my concentration back to the sideways
four o’clock light and think i’ve been
reading a little too much kerouac
because doing so seems to let me
forget about all forms of punctuation
and just record words as the thoughts
stream, uncensored and really quite
meditative like these long coils of
energy and focus my brain are being
allowed to stretch out, yoga-like, placed
on a page via the flowing ink of
a relatively decent (actually quite
good) pen.


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