Red Fez has published a poem of mine, "Wednesday Evenings". It's missing the last three lines currently, but I hope they will fix that soon. Until then, the final three lines are:
be free again
and Thursday mornings
not to be so regularly horrible.
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Ten minutes of waiting
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When you're awake and not drunk, not sleepy, not preoccupied with worries,
thoughts roar past like Niagara. You pick one, wet, from a thousand, say it
out ...
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