a poem for today, 2 February 2012
[a letter sorted sonnet of sixteen sentences and its image]
Really.
Go then.
I touch down.
You so so suck.
My body is a cage.
But it is not to be.
I fear a man of one book.
We go where the words go I guess.
How long did it take you to notice it.
So you don't want to know what I found out.
I want to put my head in the cave before I go in.
When it looks like ours no good can come of it.
When the room is open who tends to make use of it.
Then something about Nietzsche and something in French.
She broke it on her way out and it has been broken ever since.
I had this lump in my throat like when you dry swallow a big pill.
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