the desktop is bare

The Desktop Is Bare

My computer
crashed &
burned.

The desktop
is bare.

The ghosts
of Hemingway
& Thomas Wolfe
float thru
the air.

A window
of opportunity.

Tuck &
roll into
the past.

Pick up
the
jaw bone
of an
ass &
smite the
onrushing future.

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