how i got here

My feet move w/out thinking.

You pass me on the pavement.

Occupy the back room of.

I can’t remember – not one

step; heart-


felt –     ;


how I got, the way I went.

It remains:

the weight of –


One step – .I’m

like a robot.

Even now, & tho I’m conscious of it,

my words are

congenital; pre-


disposed to.

2 Responsesso far.

  1. Mark Prisco Mark Prisco says:

    thanks very much Dean. I lack discipline, i guess.

  2. Dean English Dean English says:

    I always want these clipped narrative pieces to go on longer. like the assonance

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