Lab Text 101713 (Daily Prose)

Coffee as pretext to events.

Stay awake on this date.

 

Wasteful thinking; none such-

Linking the unlinkable…

 

Chained to changed up.

 

Drinking from a hot stained cup.

 

Holding posture proper.

 

Nothing but love.

 

Finding resources through resourcefulness.

Logic, commonsense,

Like twopence we forget when bent, but if we wait…

 

Here in this filled computer lab I sit.

 

Some day it could be too late. Trying the best I can to give a shit about making lists and the weather brisk. Someday it might change, or remain the same, with that the date won’t stay.

Time slips away anyway.

How will we know unless we take risks-not just exist.

 

Some find it practical while happy to complain. Defaced, deranged, disfigured, and feeling strange. Some, in the latter state can bring a smile to their face and chase away the rain.

 

Some have taste.

Some have dreams, they keep pace.

 

Some remain in the same place and pray, while others fill their briefcase with gold flakes.

 

Cold mornings, hot spells, what the hell? The difference is quantitative only to subjective measures. Pleasures of our endeavors. We think we are clever. Pressure. Presumably, we watch their eyes.

 

Small things: Pulling an acorn from a tree, taking photos of leaves at feet, then calling both ART-at the very least.

 

And then no one answers,

 

Forget it.

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