The Steinach Operation

A place of semi-natural vigor.


4/18's Dose of EG...for a nasty case of NaPoWriMo.


Was the end of a lousy day. Drank too much &
everyone agreed my emotions were implausible.
Once again I couldn't prove the theorem,
once again I had no love for anyone or vice-versa
(anyone had no love for me). There was no art
on the train & then it never came, made me late
for my appointment with the firing squad,
my last disappointment. Day was a wash
but its poem was a sidekick that tried to cheer
it up. The day rode along mostly lost in thought
& the traffic had died out for the most part
& the poem was the day's faithful sidecar.
Stuck around to listen to the fusillade.


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