words are all i can give her
she is beyond my reach
touch, i smile
at her with outrageous stories
similes and metaphors
i bandy my intelligence
show her i have something to say
that i'm different
but she knows i'm not
she is being reasonable
showing good sense
i touch the keys that are not keys
long distance phone calls
electronic impulses
i argue without arguing
i beg without a cup
this is the point
where i should step back
try to relax and examine
my foolish inclinations
i light a cigarette
walk to the kitchen for coffee
pick up the pen and continue
my foolish inclinations
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