The whole project, the whole idea
zipping listen drenching withered hear to more,
no more lasting impressions
except the cipher from doubtless thunder,
water rushing over the under
bridging what used to be to never wanted;
dreams from wired cyber transient eclectics
transformation into clips sitting pretty.
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 546
Cycle 28
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Drop a line, a quip, a snippet, your pants, or an anecdote...just don't drop the soap.