because i'm docu-actor in available light time
because i see sunlight & shadows outside
because i'm hearing my bicycle call me
because camera rolls and the music's stopped
but i keep writing typing my way through
because i've an itchy eyebrow i can't scratch
because i want food coffee anything warm
because my feet must leave this cement floor
because i am a wooden keg of damp gunpowder
because i am musketballs and rusty cannon
because i sliding sideways off the metal stool
graciously loaned by brigid toole-grant to use
all artist-in-residency season with a clay bucket
because it's all loaner in here from someone
because i'm almost done another art piece
because it's almost time to smear grass and dirt
because i committed a false ending but caught it
because this is it—crack my fingers and toes
23sept2005
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