why worry, my dear
if ellipses and parentheses are
merely jealous of our grammar
but nonetheless you stammer as
we reset the margins, remove
the superfluous,
breathing like commas
then dashes...
forget
the ashes of your language
stare into the pupils that dot my eyes
leave no spaces.
3 comments:
hey this poem was hot, and it's nice to meet another poet
thanks!
I read some of your stuff too...very very nice.
I see I'm not the only blogger in our cast! :)
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