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electric
head
I
am, am I?
keep
saying a thing
till
nothing is true
computer
won't fix itself
dead,
it is waste
problem,
not a solution
no
longer the answer to everything
still
so
many things standing
are
a use as is
let's
look through a window and see
the
blog when all else is down
it's
in our little everywhere out there
and
this is just for instance
nothing
less
imagine
the life
without
device
as
if all backed up
in
and of its own right
entitled
the
biro in my hand fails
I collect a paint carving tool
this
is in real time too
here,
hiung from the rafters
just for a stretch
will
the body be electric
sung,
I mean?
there
is a constant supply of books
what
if it were only the physical?
death
is always in the news
the
radio through the static goes
phlegm
head
say
one of these days
burnt
by the sun
fingers
stapled
toe
swollen
back
out
where
put into it
when
everything won't work
I
mean when nothing goes
there's
only one thing wrong?
right?
ye
know not the hour
of
if the machine reboots again
get
well
look
up
and
it's only heaven
not
the same stream twice
I
haven't the time for all of it
haven't
the time to be
still
am
I?
Am!
in
safe mode
is
a poem
music
to back up
haven't
run out of paper yet
I
haven't run out of ink
swing
arms about
say
yoga
she'll
be right
a
little bird
oblivious
please
o please
be
me
I had a thought a couple of days ago that might overlap with part of this in a venn diagramatical sense, and that is that when every aspect of your life seems to be going wrong, it must mean your life is actually alright ... I haven't quite figured out how it works yet. It's more an intuition that needs to be worked through ... something about bleak cancelling bleak, and the ultimate ludicrous funny absurdity of multiplying anything, woe or joy ...
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