2018, thoughts, Uncategorized

Court

a line
that hovered on one wall,
went to the end
and then came back around
on the other wise.

three hours of thinking
of how if only I had not
followed those other two cars.
but
as I watch
the people in the court.
not the ones with the traffic tickets
but the ones who had to do this everyday.

I thought of a book.
something about always
having a towel.
the Vogon,
and so long and thanks for all the fish.
I felt sorry for those people.
there was a focus on repetitiveness.

it was a nightmare for me
just being there for a few hours.
think of them
for days,
moths,
years.

[to be thought about more later on]

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