The whole project, the whole concept
was for giving the purpose away
under the false claims of artistry;
no future can be had chasing waterfalls
or anachronistically dancing anarchic
to every passing fashion, fad, and dance,
but the tango skipped, hopped, and tripped;
landed face down in copper wires.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 565
Cycle 9
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Drop a line, a quip, a snippet, your pants, or an anecdote...just don't drop the soap.