Sick leave

Sometimes I wonder if the light is brighter because my eyes are duller and pulling in more amperes, Musing about cold fusion, confusing it with Confucius, the tic-tac of bric-a brac clacking through my brain reminding me it’s time again to do, but what? and what if I remember that once I used to wonder?…

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Wrecked

I am but the hostage to natural wastage postage unpaid. The committee takes pity and loans me the time, ten days to pay or double the fine, nothing comes free. I’d wager that Dillinger didn’t see it that way. Al and Salvatore big back in the day I bet they didn’t see it that way…

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