The whole concept, the whole aim
drained rivers clean fish skipping drips,
just effervescent gushes pushing wired memory,
pushing thoughts astray,
a stray vision brought from nothing
to be gained but something dancing black
gone red, the read was nothing scoffed
and so the notion doffed a sallow cap back.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 560
Cycle 14
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Drop a line, a quip, a snippet, your pants, or an anecdote...just don't drop the soap.