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Saturday, 3 April 2021

The Store Is Bare

Tell me a joke
No
Why not
There are no jokes left
The joke board is bare

No jokes, you joke 
Sing me a song
No, why not
There are no songs
The song store is bare

A story
A poem perhaps
Talk to me of miracles
Of mischief, or just
The bare necessities

The pen is dry
The paper is blank
The recorder is out of tape
My memory chips are corrupted
Storage is inaccessible

It will
Have to be
New
Made up
From base

Emptiness
Mist
Loneliness
Kissed
Love, and all of that