a poem for today, 13 March 2012
[a syllable sorted sonnet of 10 sentences and its image]
No, thank you.
Are you wearing girl shoes.
No time to deny.
I said I didn't need it before but I want it again.
Leaderless resistance is a self-kettle, a straight-jacket that will keep the movement from acquiring the true mass, political, basis that can enable actual change to happen.
Is it like a personal thing for you or can you talk about it.
You can't leave your own party.
She murmured under her breath.
The game of love starts this way.
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