The whole project, the whole idea
now a mastery inclination
inclined to fashion disaster from the hip,
skipping from table up to down top
green gone big from bickering black
red the white from inside the bulbous cube,
brain to spine the rigid history drowns
in hysterical chords brought to coda.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 545
Cycle 29
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Drop a line, a quip, a snippet, your pants, or an anecdote...just don't drop the soap.