base places
face ably
wayward planes
scraping angels
lately fake
weeping screams
screech evilly
pleasing cheats
scheming beasts
cheeky creeps
lively wise
either pining
shining skies
jive dryly
by Fridays
scoping dopes
roped blows
jokes solely
over wrote
bloated toads
using blue
tubes nubile
human chutes
bruised fruits
ruled useless
I am the best thing you've never heard of.
I hold a Bachelor's in English, History and Secondary Education, and a Master's in English: Creative Writing, though my appearance belies intelligence.
My goal in life is to write and to be read. It's a modest stretch by most imaginations.
To most I'm amazing.
It all depends on your definition of literary merit.
All poems contained on this blog are ©Thomas Boersma unless otherwise noted.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Poem-A-Day: Day 334
Long Shots
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