today my pen is dry
my brain is as much too
all these little thoughts of mine
have been rethought, through and through
because words just recycle
stay the same and rearrange
and nothing i'm ever writing
ever seems to change

i wonder if this repitition
is noticable to you
with every new edition
the addition is nothing new
in fact, it's sad
how this little one
this poem for lack of inspiration
is the most original thing i've done
in quite a great while.
at the irony, i smile
because this is all so pathetic.

12/17/2002

Posted on 12/17/2002
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