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momentary lapse

my mind is a barren cage

from which my canaries have taken flight

to sing for more fulfilling grains

than what i cast tonight

my heart is an empty vessel

from which inspiration has been drained

pricked in fearing my expectancy

that drought precedes the rain

my page is absent meaning

mere transparency on display

in cliché images as definitions

summing the nothing i loathe to say


my life is full of these moments

and often times others with riches

nevertheless i still feel frustrated

by these economically challenged glitches

September 14, 2004, NYC

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