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[smartlikeatruck]

I have given up on my 31 links. I have them all, tucked away, ready to be posted with witticisms. Only I lost enthusiasm. That happens a lot, with me. I've never really kept a journal successfully. This is the closest I've come.  I don't mind, I don't have illusions that I will one day be famous and people will want to read my secret thoughts.

I don't have very many secret thoughts, I just have thoughts nobody has asked about yet.

On lost time:

where does the time go?

maybe to the place with the one-socks

maybe all the one-socks sit around

trading time for cigarettes

in between group showers and yard exercises

and the grand-daddy of all one-socks

he is old

and made of wool

he remembers the very first electric dryer

has a little burn from it

he has the MOST time

he hoards it

cause he gave up smoking

didn't like the yellowing

so under his bunk

he has clocks

and watches

and sundials

and pendulums

and metronomes

and it makes his roomie crazy

his roomie is one of those socks with the balls at the heel

all young and spazzy

and one day, the ticking gets to him

and he eats all the time

and his stomach just bulges

and ticks

(Does he burp?)

occasionally

and it always smells of long summer afternoons that nobody bothered to enjoy