An air of song
Lilting
Slightly stuck
Just behind the larynx
The thing of beauty
Emerges scraped
And torn:
A travesty
An embarrassment
Humbling.
A time machine
Is in order.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
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An experiment, to see if I am capable of writing one poem a day for an entire year. Readers are welcome to comment on the work, or post their own work in response.
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