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"Written December 23rd, 2001 © on Dec 22 2001 04:54 PM PST    10 • 0"

"ennui II: snapshots It confuses me when people complain that nothing happens in a poem, When nothing happens ever anyway. It is worrisom when the first thing you see in the morning is concrete, But ..."

"By way of setting a scene, Kitchen, table, bacterial gleaning, Burnt breakfast with frozen coffee and Vitimins. Our subject felt a slight guilt, As he sat back for one last morning, Day; one last con..."

"These were written over a period of some months.  Some of them are by a friend Michael.  We wrote them at work for something to do.  There are seventeen of them, some of them are humor, they are not m..."