A geek writes a new poem every week.
the accumulations of a lifetime gather there.
to have met you years ago.
or which turned on without us.
what those early pages meant.
I thought I’d said and thought you’d heard me.
we caught the end of the countdown.
We’re both bastards now.
Reversed, neither of us might be proved to be the better.
outwits the metronome.
My sense of a decade taps out at a year.
around a condemned lock.
walled behind trellises, cosseted in brambles.
to a palisade fit for an anchorite.
interfering fringes stippling the path.
shielding me from the regret of hindsight.
primed to decipher what is written here.
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The liner notes are the back story for all these geeky poems. They're like a crib sheet, but without the stigma. If someone stigmatizes you for reading my liner notes, let me know and I will take care of it.
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