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#156: The Desire to Write a Terzanelle

to-do

The desire to write a terzanelle
runs smack dab up against
too much shit to do as well.

I don’t want to feel incensed,
about constantly fighting time,
running smack dab up against

the incessant daily grind
and all of my complaining
about constantly fighting time.

The afternoon is waning
and pretty soon it will be dark
and all of my complaining

will ever miss the fixéd mark;
Oh! I’ve a great big hole in my head
and pretty soon it will be dark.

It’s already time for bed
and oh! I’ve got a hole in my head!
The desire to write a terzanelle
and too much shit to do, oh well.

 

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