a poem for today, 12 August 2012
[a syllable sorted sonnet of seventeen sentences and its image]
This site is for experiment only.
Spray the ever-loving shit out of it.
My office will draw up the paperwork.
Everyone who is ill struggles with shame.
If you’re out there you’re vulnerable.
We french kissed on a subway train.
Silence is tacit approval.
Pink is my favorite color.
Oh right, self control, I have that.
Filth too can be squeaky clean.
There's nothing in the boot.
We are one of the shouts.
You are what you fondle.
Conjecture hurts the cause.
Clearly, I’m no Glinda.
Your voice says goodbye.