Clunk & Jam

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Clunk & Jam .

Through the clunks and jams and carriage returns of the dusty old beast that rides my desk, I slap silence with letters on waving arms, clunking out truth on a black rubber roll, as jams slow the rush and errors have a say .

 Footnote:  When the name ‘Clunk & Jam’ emerged through this poem (became the title of the book) I googled it  and there were no other Clunk & Jams in the world (wide web).  Pictured: my home jamming space.