by Jefferson Hansen
the plans went awry
when facing the grey
haze of duty
I have a job
but I must pro
crastinate, must
because writing calls me
away from grey
to tourquoise
to the play of vermilion
the dance of words
arising from the click
of fingertips
makes me happy
now
& that's the way I want to be
now
so, in honor of that feeling I say
oromoropoly & thorumphree
oh, yes, I say
umphrodim & tredolup
as carnelian waxes
toward slate
slips into sienna
disperses,
arises in cyan
my fingertips entertain me
form
the pulse & pull
the shift & shimmy
of purple
gone
peru
mauve to maroon
minkelup to
perstrumint
wikstrom without
wipworth
down the drastic
drum
& line lazing
a way across
the page
this, now, is the life
I guess
thanks for listening
fun's over
&, now
hopefully
to work
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