The whole movement, the whole project
took control and lasted fast and strong,
having happened quicker than the gone
now over and awaited nothing done;
conceptually broken down
and left reckless mess from whats and whys,
a simple box would never happen
to brim with simple brevity storming balks.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 552
Cycle 22
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Drop a line, a quip, a snippet, your pants, or an anecdote...just don't drop the soap.