a poem for today, 8 August 2012

a poem for today, 8 August 2012

[a syllable sorted sonnet of fifteen sentences and its image]

The mist parted.

You are clueless.

That's my two cents.

We shall be waiting for your answer.

You can't sing a song about nothing.

This took me completely by surprise.

Oh the mixed blessing of a high-speed internet connection.

My enjoyment of it is the enjoyment of a silence.

If you want to fight loneliness, then laugh at every joke.

I hope you will be wrestle with pirates.

I suspect you may be a masochist.

When in doubt, put underwear on your head.

Composing noises.

It's confidential.

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