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, March 12, 2009
open
and closed
fence
and gate
mote
and bridge
let
let me
in
let
let me
out
a dependable pendulum
self interest is sometimes when anger tainted to be contrary
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