A random work in progress.
A line
which divides
the known from
the unknown
Flashing, blinking,
blank space of
blank thought
My friend, my enemy
Oh how you torment me!
Your repetitive strobe
a drip of water
mushing, softening
the brain
like something Chinese.
You are the under uttered,
the over stated,
the unformed something
that is yet to be discovered.
You are my constant
when coffee has failed
when the bulb is about to burn
out
and the fan is whirring
angered revs at me
melting my palms;
still you remain,
a sledge hammer
to the eyes, a hypnotist’s
cursed monotonous ramblings
which fix me, stupid,
questioning what exists
(or doesn’t exist)
on the other side of that wall.
Zorse? I wanted to contact you regarding the saddle you have for sale? This one: http://www.horsegroomingsupplies.com/pictures/files/1/6/2/8/saddle_012.jpg
Please email me at inkeq@yahoo.com
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Curious as to know size and price. I’m looking for a new saddle