Friday, March 2, 2012

"Far End of Blank"

by Joan Crow Cimyotte

I’m at the far end of blank today.

They said it all, it went away.

Just like a broken glass on the floor.

It’s gone. Wont hold water any more.

Give it up, let it have a rest.

Close it down. Turn it off. It’s what is best.

All the ones and zeros will bounce around all night.

The ghost in the machine says it’s all right.

Make that pledge about tomorrows plan

Let my dreams point the way and

when I open up my little MacBook

I don’t just fart around on Facebook.

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