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(foolish dribbles to be written at uncertain times, on an irregular basis, from uncertain sections of the ever expending universe, and from whatever dimension I-We-Us-Them might find ourselves/ myself in …)

Saturday, March 26, 2005

IMPOTENT WORDS 


There were
were some words I thought about
earlier in the car driving to work
but I’ve forgotten
what those words were.

They repeated themselves
they were repetitive, we should say
talking about a subject quite dear to me
which I can’t remember
either
over and over and over again
with little variance.

I was driving
the car
my car
the one I own
legally
and it was sunny
outside
though last night
it hadn’t been
anything but
and in the car
my car
the one I own
legally
I was talking out loud to nobody
in particular
other than myself
and I was making notes
mental
blocked in oval
groped at and stored away
gloved on
glove box blues
forgotten
I can’t think the first thing it was
there
though I’d promised myself
I wouldn’t forget.
Posted by: François Pointeau / 23:16
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