When you look sleep in the eye
and then you kick it in the ass.
I huffed and puffed and blogged my way through November
in response to a death in the family
I did not lose a parent, sibling, spouse, or offspring.It was much worse than that:
I lost a hard drive.
My computer lost all of its limbs but I got
only one prosthetic device installed.
Until today...after 101 minutes with Apple tech support.
I am no longer capable of hating Apple products.
The tech woman excavated my MacBook
without getting her hands–nor mine–dirty.
Prosthetics be damned:
she found Bookie's
arms and legs.
Yesterday, awake for fourteen hours,
I smoked ten cigarets: a record low!
Midnight is 2.5 hours from my door.
I will smoke at least ten cigarets
by the time it gets here.
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| Billie Holiday |
on my CD carousel and each song
will spin around my ears.
Lap after lap.
GoFather page after
GoFather page.
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