Click Clack Sacrifice Offering Up Nights Dream Coffin
loose hands gather up pay dirt from emotional well,
click clack click clack click clack click clack bing,
WPM speedometer doesn’t matter,
fast or slow,
slow or fast,
middle ground,
spelling morphs various forms,
but only one is truly excepted in high art society,
dictionary life preserver keeps afloat in muck of ideas,
I’m drowning in coffee,
I’m pissing booze,
breathing nicotine chimney stack,
click clack click clack click clack click clack bing,
formal clothes closet bound until great revelations brought forth,
page after page after page after page,
give me some money so I can finally sleep in my coffin of dreams,
I’m in love with the tattered ribbon that fades with every letter,
shame no blanket can be made of it when blank page overwhelms the night,
finger warriors will prevail with percussive beauty,
I am alone in my head,
though voices speak clear dialect,
a narration of whom?
click clack click clack click clack click clack bing,
nothing may come of this offering,
this sacrifice of time,
mind and energy,
nothing will come of waiting lazy assed and unproductive,
death is not an accomplishment,
retirement is cheap,
failure is plausible and success is golden,
too many houses on this block bask in mediocrity,
I’ll ride this pully rail line back and forth back and forth back and forth
click clack click clack click clack click clack bing.
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