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The Essence Of The Postmodern Middle Aged Man In His Native Habitat

November 15th, 2007 · No Comments · Poetry

Daily is something I don’t understand.

To start I wake up and put on my clothes,
then go to the bathroom and wash my hands,
then drive to work anonymous, unknown.

I lose the feeling of one more coffee.
Stayed up too long doing nothing last night;
do it again when at home, finally.
The start of the race is the finish line.

Two minutes alive I was so adored;
two minutes to go I’ll be a hero;
too long ago were times not being bored;
today those times: basically zero.

Just awoke from dreams of a one night stand.
“Daily” is something I don’t understand.

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