is this 'biological clock'?
all the baby dreams
you can hand me that baby
waking up with babies on the brain
and also thinking about
an acquaintance that I wish I knew better
it feels poignant
missing this would-be friend
the poetry in me is skimpy atm
please listen to Debussy,
2 Arabesques: No. 1, Andantino con moto
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falling of notes like rain
the humidity weaves a web of mold
in and out and through everything
and it stalks out onto the walls
and the underside of my big desk
fat green leopard print
all of the would-be friends
that I know
and faraway friends
do they wonder about me?
I'm here if they need me
at my spotty desk
we all have passion fatigue
discussing the *current situation in politics*
it seems so blatant, so surreally obvious
the hell and the hand-basket of it all
can we take our government back?
can we make it work for us?
as it never truly has
the mounting dramas of each day
we have never been
what we say we are
Great U.S.A. the best
there is a type of bug on my desk that I've never seen before
who seems to like Debussy
his movements are extremely fluid
and he tiptoes then pauses, bobbing his head slowly
like a tiny danseur
his antennae cast a shadow
two decorative serifs
on the white watermarked paper he dances across
