Saturday, November 19, 2011

Dead End


Poem after poem after poem
Made up of one sentence—
I’m climbing up the wall.

4 comments:

  1. Longer sentences? Harder to serve.

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  2. Life imprisonment would perhaps make all of them
    a little easier to swallow.

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  3. We do what we have to do, go where we have to go.

    This dark cold morning I'm searching a sea floor near you.

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