Three Line Lunch: The Type Ecstatic

Feb 02, 2010 Comments Off by Jeff Rogers

a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 164

The Type Ecstatic

Sometimes there’s nothin like a night at home alone with your smokin stuff and
Your music and your woman on text and your dogs and your roaring fire on the patio
And your thoughts all your own, and your rapid-fire fingers they type ecstatic.

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Jeff Rogers grew up in Michigan college towns. He’s an only child with four professor parents, three brothers and twin sisters. He dropped out of school and drove across the country to LA in 1983. He has lived, written and adventured here since, now joined by his wife Elise.

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