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after midnight
not the best time to write
mind dull with fatigue
no emotional issues
no vestal virgins
or American Presidents
to write about
and my sense of humor
has been let out like a cat
it will find its way back
tomorrow
tonight even the serious
things become shadows
in a dark room
I feeling my way in the dark
this night of that awful thing
a poem about writing a poem
I bump into this predicament
every now and then
but don’t have the wit
to laugh myself out of it
the only way
is to stop
there are enough words written
so that a conclusion won’t be unexpected
Form? no form but a loose
stringing together of rational
thoughts with little mystery
except why am I doing this?
What?
Making everyone read
a tired mind talking
itself to sleep

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