Daily Keemo. 02.15. In The Slow Movements In The Hands Of A Clock

In The Slow Movements In The Hands Of A Clock
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There was a line in a poem that
I read this afternoon that I cannot 
remember now and I am too lazy to
hunt it down for you and
I think the dead writer
deserves better than what
I have to offer 
him now.

Which is not much.

There was a line in a poem that
I read this afternoon that I knew
that I would forget as soon as 
I turned the page
like I always do but
who reads poetry anyway and
I feel real sorry for those that
write it because in the end
the words are only that and
it doesn't matter how many times you hit the enter key
as it is only another poem on another day and
another try at getting it right but
I think the dead writer
deserves better than what
I have to offer 
him now.

Which is not much.