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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