Contributor’s Copies, Chapbooks and Other Printed Self-delusion

Contributor’s Copies, Chapbooks

and Other Printed Self-delusion

 

My fingernails

are dirty from yet

another recycled

toner cartridge

and I think

it’s raining again.

83 hours of

Formatted

screen shots

and Ctrl/Alt/Delete

have rendered

me useless

to the merry-go-round.

 

I’m not sure

Jesus loves me

anymore

but my bottle

is still half full

so I’ll worry

about it tomorrow.

I can’t remember

what it’s like

to use a voice

that requires

no fingers

and I am closer

to pixilated

ethereal avatars

than I am

to the guy in 1B.

 

I ordered a can

of expanding foam

from a late night

TV commercial

because this gap

in my chest

is becoming

just a bit

unmanageable.

 

SMG