maroon beads dropping
on the keys
my nose
unsecurely seeking
a squeegee
i need to wipe out
the sense of bootlessness
and go bare-foot
through embers of good advice
pizzazz is leaving me
both my ends dripping
looking for a trowel
to lay images from my head
to lay down seeing red

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