Untitled Poem #85

Posted: October 8, 1990 in Poetry
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Tension. Pressure.
Little scurrying demons
Crawling around my mental ductwork.
Work I can’t.
Not now. They’re everywhere
Pipes, vents, ducts, corridors.
Haunts of the hordelings
Marathons of minute monstrosities
Racing through out
Out! Out!

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