Zed problem solved. 021117
paste! i'm clutching my last
hundred dollar rubber duck
when I tumble down a gravel bank
and stumble and fall and pop up with
sparkling rocks in my cheekbones
staring at my feet and the sun
not knowing which is which
my stupid underperforated foreshadowing
to get on some help
figure it out, this way no this way
but this time is the last time
until the next time i have no idea
unhinged it used to be a comfort. i completed it. i know it. i can tell others.

now, it is more like sisyphus. the problems are neverending. one is solved, another arises. i live in a valley. everyday i walk uphill. but everyday my feet carry me to the top.

no one else
what's it to you?
who go