“Throw the calendar away—gonna find a jukebox of steel.”
—Jay Farrar, “Jukebox of Steel”
Don’t ask me to set a date,
to plan my release
from this worn Sisyphean trail—
uphill with no benefits. I only know
how to drop
it,
put my flame
to other things. By sudden impulse,
I hear a message transmitted
where I thought
communication was shot. God
wears new clothes.
Night & Day Poems of Amy Nash 
ach! misquote. sorry. can you delete the previous comment?
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put my flame to other things
wow – that’s great. brilliant.
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Thanks!!! What other comment? ; )
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Hey, gosh. You have a way of bomeranging! Weird effect but delightful!
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