poetryrepairs #205 14.10:110
JOHN HORVATH Jr : Granite Balls
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Third Shift
Three in the morning, halfway through my shift at a printing plant. I'm tired as always, my mind frazzled, my eyes bleary. I'm creeping through the night as I proofread technical manuals and pharmaceutical ads and brochures aimed at type two  diabetics. I'm on life support  here, stuck in a depressing gray environment, a vampire on the graveyard shift, the burial ground of too many aging English majors struggling to make a buck while the rest of the world is home asleep, dreaming in color, people whose minds and bodies will forever have a normal relationship with sunlight. As I proofread, I listen to talk radio with its opinionated personalities, irate callers, and nocturnal candor, all of it making those Sinatra-like wee small hours of the morning fly by like a moth rushing toward a bright burning bulb.

poetryrepairs #205 14.10:110

All the fine arts are species of poetry--Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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poetryrepairs #205 14.10:110

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JOHN HORVATH jr Granite Balls
stubborn against being moved now ful- crum - assisted near unbelieveably unmanageable boulders granite balls drop bounce almost happily quickly fall and crash some shattering edges break pebbles free freely scattering against steep margins of a pass ; each hits , rolls , and -- as expected -- comes to rest in its place in a shamble of poetry then , immediately buried under itself

poetryrepairs #205 14.10:110

Poetry endangers the established order
of the soul - Plato
REPAIR: resort, frequent or habitual going; concourse or confluence of people at or in a place; making one's way; to go, betake oneself, to arrive; return to a place; to dwell; to recover, heal, or cure; to renew; to fix to original condition. -- O.E.D.

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JOHN HORVATH Jr : Granite Balls

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