a poem for today

a poem for today, 11 March 2012
[a syllable sorted sonnet of 7 sentences and its image]
What upsets me is that my ice cream doesn’t taste as good as it used to.
The love impulse in men frequently reveals itself in terms of conflict.
Find the coefficient of static friction between the chair and the floor.
I thought things had finally improved, but things didn't change that easily.
In this respect, facticity is a form of reflexive ignorance.
There is no way out and has been no way out so by now it ought to be no issue.
The smoke comes out of Daddy's cigarette but it never goes back in.

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