games by-passed for the price to pay
bling bling bells and buzzers unplugged
conscious that the end of the dream approaches
angry at betraying the evanescence of passion
relieved not occupied with remedies to boredom
no slot in my mind for the penny to drop
consumer waste short-shrifting myself
my lady and friends know my life's on a shelf
look at the wood and the way he carved it
asked for the price, he said 'almost free'
i just couldn't believe my ears
that some craftsman's dream
met a carpenter's smooth curves
like my darling's slope into her thigh
show me no factory with drill bits and nails
and grant my pen the power or artisan honor
stain my grain with tears of rain and manna
5-6-13
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