The catalyst

The pressure cooker’s

switched on to high

words as dry as beans

begin to boil up

smooth down

transform within

the cauldron of

my tired mind.

But will they give me gas

when I read this poem tomorrow?

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5 Comments

      1. Enjoying his part time teaching job, but it’s hard to get him to finish that story he was writing. He doesn’t think it was well written (we disagree about that), and he took down the blog.

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