#2,475 Running off impossible ideas

Running off impossible
ideas
[my day job] –
my
kingdom of disdain for
outcomes
[my engines
pump virtual things] &
my sketchbook ink will
fail to fix arrant circles –
in my hand my pen is a
rubber hammer –
silent
on surfaces –
a numbin’
of invoiced creativity in
my head
[knock it out]
& days always coalesce