The whole project, the whole idea
wrapped in tight cubism;
not moving, neither movement nor stability,
or stable ideas running wild over tones;
the be sharp symphony number three to ten,
fashion blending wet with dead dreams
dancing up and tripping down hip-hop beats,
beating what was left to beat of game.
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.
Friday, May 13, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 547
Cycle 27
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