On the lack of clean surfaces in any of the workspaces in my apartment (a poem)

Because the mess always reasserts itself eventually…

This collage of thoughts, impulses, and indecision
renderings on paper, in graphite and ink
mountains of clippings in untidy piles

My workspace of functional disarray:
today a mess
tomorrow a mark of genius
with a cat asleep in the window

(8 May 2016)

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