Tuesday, October 29, 2013

2.909 : 10/29/07 : Steeping Tea

Steeping tea like any bronze age prince
My anachronisms cut my mind to mince
Projecting to and from and feeling really very dumb
thirteen thousand days give or take a thousand
lend me your ears for a purse I tell the sows and
smile at my own cleverness till I recall who I forgot to bless
If you could steep me in philosopher’s water
digitize my essence on a vector plotter
it might spit out a longer rant but what I know I can’t recant

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