Tuesday, January 3, 2017

The Urge

Deadline fetish,
well worn furrow in the veins.
Calcified,
blood bottleneck; the pressure.
I'll fill like a marigold gag,
like a percocet allergy,
alert, ballooning into action.
Edging, overwork, the short pants of pre-sleep,
a firm note on the desk,
instructions issued, issuing four hours from now,
200 words, then, and thus far.


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