repeating the poetic form

 my porch at my house

where the uber picks me up from 

next to the garbage bins in the driveway

the office desktop computer

inputting lines of interesting moments

receipt surveys unwritten manuscripts

my day next to the window

homemade movies published 

a sedated ambition to do something

a place to sit in public

not being homeless or poverty stricken

digital era instant circulation

a combo from a restaurant

the past good times

when i'd sleep next to you

guitar and vocal recordings

rock and roll in person live

the four seasons

muses on someones arm

a stage a cheeseburger meal a barbeque 

the next holiday

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