a poem for today

a poem for today, 20 January 2012
[a word-sorted sonnet of ten sentences and its image]
I welcome the dead into my soul.
It uses many of the genre tropes, little kid, estranged family, nobody who believes, creepy house in the woods.
The world is its own best model.
The problem with all of my dreams is that I don't speak the language.
Here's some swiss cheese and some bullets.
Don't fall in love with yourselves, with the nice time we are having here.
It's a fast-paced sci-fi trip.
The ride to complete the loop from the mine was on a diesel engine, which blew out lots of debris. 
But what about those things out there.

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