Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Chapter 20 (May)

All of the non-poems, and
rabbit headed distractions,
keep coming surely as they will, while
the muse is gone, and replaced only
with real thoughts and, malaise. Twenty,
the beast, the death of me, written while,
watching the clock is watching her sleep.

- W. C. Smith

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