This is a dumping ground for new poems. A lazy mostly unpunctuated hemorrhage (with a bit more care and revision) of thoughts, words, and vocal strings.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
my cup of tea
I have a cup of tea all my own chipped neglected and ignored
spending away myself doing things I do not live
I have a face aging showing true in at least regret if nothing more
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