Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

<center>i sat at my computer
backlit monitor
in front of me
intending
to write
more
than
this</center>

................done,
............... burnt,
...............tapped,
..............over, out.
.............no more the
............words surface
...........to my fingertips.
.........blink.blink.blink.blink.

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i didn't know why but it was clear
that i felt i was turned upside
down on my ear or maybe
on my head anyway,
the determining
factor wasn't
exactly
evident
since i still
was upside down
not yet turned right side
up, my head to the pavement,
as such, not quite sure how it ended
up there but very positive i needed to stand
again upright as i was supposed to when i was
born and so the only thing i could think of to do
was to reply to you and ask for a boost by saying,
"please filp me over, i'm fricking upside won, thank you!'

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Poetry paintings
woe, I never could draw,
but I can look,
and ooo and ahhhhh.

H