My desires have becomes faxes
grainy, smeared
beamed to another distant
hole-in-a-wall
the next waystation
while I deliver other's messages
over and over
my ink cartridge
un-refilled
This blog is about language. It has sub-threads including musings about song lyrics, collections of idioms, and my own writings. This blog accompanies several web-sites: whirlword.com (a dictionary of idioms).
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