Can we overstream?
Exploit the bandwidth
All too often many of us
Take so many nothings
And turn them into somethings
A confluence of almost
Fate like circumstances
Leading us to be
Captured by the enemy
Believing our only hope
Is left to the art of
Abandoning ourselves
According to fate
And spiral notebooks
What then shall we do
To entertain ourselves
Catch fire to the ends
Of our robes and run
Madly through the hallways
Of some less than favorable
Hotel that was easy to
Book because no one else
Wanted to stay there?
Write poems to one another
Read them and then
Roll them up into
Wands of sage or
Peace pipes and
Smudge one another?
Actually sounds like a
Great weekend if
You haven’t any better ideas
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Poétique 