Deleting e mails
\nWhatever for
\nThe buildup was massive
\nMore than before
\nwith my swollen fingers
\nOne hundred an hour
\nA remarkable stint
\nJust think of the now<\/p>\n
The essence the spirit
\nExpressive and pointed
\nSometimes I wished
\nThat I was, double jointed
\nThree hundred and thirty nine thousand
\nTo do
\nOne at a time
\nPeople don\u2019t
\nHave a clue<\/p>\n
As months are cleared
\nMore come along
\nInternally sorted
\nSo nothing is wrong
\nDon\u2019t misinterpret
\nWhat I now say
\nRevealing the random
\nThe outward display<\/p>\n
Take the wraps off
\nWhich tell tale sign
\nReading the titles
\nLine after line
\nAnonymous senders
\nHeadlines and more
\nPeople I once knew
\nIn my life before<\/p>\n
commininques and handouts
\nGalore
\nAll sorts of scams
\nthat had sat since before
\nAll of that energy
\nIn the great void
\nA bit like old films
\nOn old celluloid<\/p>\n
Communications
\nFrom six years ago
\nOld names remembered
\nDenials below
\nOld songs
\nsent to me
\nPhotographs too
\nMendacious untruths
\nWere they ever true<\/p>\n
Each night Inclear some
\nMy fingers are sore
\nMy right wrist is suffering
\nYes more and more
\nWhen I \u2018m not typing
\nIts in sling
\nUnder my cape
\nTo avoid the sharp sting<\/p>\n
Nerve pain is awful
\nThe finger tips ache
\nMasses more needed
\nWill my heart break
\nNow 94000 still though to clear
\nAnd nobody helping
\nNo nobody here<\/p>\n
So many words
\nDerived from where
\nAll over the world
\nI do I despair
\nI look down at my hands
\nAs swollen as hell
\nBut I have to keep going
\nTry to do it well<\/p>\n
I would so hate it
\nIf I should die
\nAnd leave this behind
\nAll of these e mails
\nIf someone should find
\nAll of these listings
\nWords after words
\nAnd me wind blown dust
\nTo compete with the birds<\/p>\n
As I sit here tonight
\nDeleting away
\nMemories really
\nWhat can I say
\nAfter I have passed
\nJust ash on a hill
\nAt rollrights perhaps
\nSweet memories still<\/p>\n
My dearest friend
\nWill she think of me
\nWhen she comes to a ritual
\nWhere my spirit will be
\nHopeful to feel her
\nTo see her
\nTo know
\nto wish I was with her
\nAnd once more could go<\/p>\n
Back with her
\nBeside her
\nIt feels unfair
\nShe cannot hear me
\nThough Her sable hair
\nWith rosy extensions
\nHer nails midnight blue
\nIf only she thought of me
\nWhat could I do<\/p>\n
To show her I knew she
\nHad had a thought of me
\nBreathe my name on the windscreen
\nPerhaps she might see
\nOur picnics together
\nAt the Summerlands I
\nSit by the duck pond
\nA tear in each eye.<\/p>\n
Down to 2000 outstanding 70000 in bin at last under control.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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