typewriter poem

hmmm....hummm....thinking and humming and buzzing....what is this?​

a form of paranoia, or just a machine? what?​

a machine.​

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click, click, click, wrrrr, bzzzzz, aaaaah.....unnatural thought.​

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a waiting period of about and hour and 15 minutes. so what?​

conversations i had with an electric girl. for some​

reason, i'm terrified, amazed, and glad. just one more​

free mind, floatin about the breeze like a leaf....groovy.​

oh, leaves and branches cling to sticky summer sweat-drenched evening. yes.​

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couldn't we just be the REM induced dream of some other mind?​

wet with sweat and the terrible cramps​

that winos get...am i unnerved? maybe.​

am i insane? most likely.​

am...i...real?​

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vaguely.​

 

There's some crazy rhythm to that, man, and it makes me want to dance!

Very shibby.

 

vibrant poem, lured by the title, I enjoyed your write!

 

Thanks, you guys! I'm really glad you enjoyed it.

 

i love the rhythm in this
really, really good

 

Thanks!

 

dreamy

 

I love love love this one, James. One of my favorite newer works of you by far. Fast paced, and exciting... LOVE IT.

 

Thank yah, lovely.