Tuesday, October 21, 2008

A friend assembled some of my recent tweets into a passable poem. Like, dig it, man:


Enduring the pale
accusatory banter of semi
estranged lovers.
'It's such a lovely day to have to always feel this way.'
Chattering med students enamored
of textbook infections.
The flow of inevitable tourists
as the evening dies.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Appreciative snapping
of postbeatnik fingers
as cigarette smoke wafts
curling into the dark rafters
of a secret, hidden club...

Or...

Poem(s)
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Rhymes
Mime
Reality
Malleably