Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Poem-A-Day: Day 573

Cycle 1
The whole idea, the whole project
conceived accidentally;
marring vision of disaster
breathing subtle fuck the worlds and excuses
into the cellular core of greatness
with growing steam,
steam built on a grain of salt
wedged between the oops and don’t worries.

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