a poem for today, 12 March 2012
[a syllable sorted sonnet of 9 sentences and its image]
The voice in your head that you’ve no choice but to listen to.
Making your own future by innovating your present.
If I don't think you can handle it, I'll keep my mouth shut.
Did you shake the package first to guess about the contents.
I've been waiting all evening, possibly years, I don't know.
There are definitely shades of Alfred Hitchcock's Vertigo.
Let's go hide in the shower and watch my babysitter pee.
The problem is not desire, it’s that your desires are too small.
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