Toilet Tissue Dreams
Rolled up on the spindle of my mind
Soft
White
Pure
Sheets and sheets of dreams
Planned out and boxed in
squared away
my imaginings get wheeled over
dwindling away the hours of my days
Turning over
wiping away
the tedium
the manufactured process of earning a living
Spin
spinning
spun
goes my life
Idea never becomes action
just remains fantasy
to clear away boredom and getting flushed away by time
March 30, 2002
Tressa Lee Breen
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