through a stultifying daze of cloned hours
I drag my crippled sense of wonder
pull myself forward on one or another
task to be done, the day's highlights
breakfast
facebooking
a quick graphics job
dropping off the recycling
routine becomes distraction
until distraction is routine
and the original purposes
are lost in the shuffle
of feet and
diced by
the blinking
of eyes
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Benjamin Gorman
March 8, 2012
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P. U.
!!!
Jennifer Dixey
March 9, 2012
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nah
I dunno, I really like "cloned hours" and "crippled sense of wonder" but maybe just because that's how I'm feeling this week! Plus you win the prize of being the first one in the group to mention Facebook in a poem. :)
Benjamin Gorman
March 10, 2012
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Ben Gorman,
prize-winning poet!