November 26, 2013 (I was 69)
The DELETE is the great key to success
it sends the highlighted
mess to cyberspace
Errant thought and sloppy
construction
erased without scar or
cover-up
Physical ineptitude of
fingers keyboard
mistakes that multiply in
the awshit of their discovery
Gone with a single stroke
A little light above the
heavy curtain of the confessional
changed from red to green
upon your exit
to indicate unoccupied but
to me a symbolic message Go
Proceed With A Clean Slate
even though I never believed
it true
I believe the DELETE
An hour later in the street
I don’t remember
the ill-conceived
foolishness and there is no evidence
of damage nor inkling of
wrong-doing
If in the life of bricks
and blood
a touch of the REGRET upon
mindful memories
could restore the mindless
innocence
which preceded our
momentary ignorance
I would be willing to
recall and relate
every awfuck revelation
that occurs to me
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