this poem

is infinite, impotent,
impudent. it’s an arrogant,
aerodynamic argument.

it’s got a whole
pocket full
of regrets and for
-gotten conversation,
and it’s never gonna

……over it.

it can neither heel,
nor heal. it’s got one
too many stanzas, and
not enough

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3 Responses to this poem

  1. Okay, now you need to do a “That There Poem” 🙂 Though I imagine at this point that “this poem” has a mind of its own, and can’t be trained very well! (t6666666666lop0) that right there was my cat’s comment, which may be more meaningful than mine 🙂 !
    I love that first stanza!

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