#This is some bad poetry from a journal that has a pink bandana cover. It starts with a
#newspapaer clipping dated June 2, 1989
7:15 Blues
I knew the time before I looked.
Reminding me that I already
have it and that if
I could convince you of
it
You’d have it, too.
I pause watching the
lonely beta fish begging for a
fight – but finding only a mirror
turns his attention on dirty
rocks – nothing to win – nothing
to loose
Zappa and Ebert are
one
really
And the clock slowly melts backward.

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