a poem for today, 20 October 2012

a poem for today, 20 October 2012
[a word-sorted sonnet of seventeen sentences and its image]

No, that was different.
You want different things.
Because you are unique.
There's where I'm different.
We're more than that.
Oh you have chickens.
I have low self-esteem.
Whoever loves becomes humble.
Everyone just ignores them.
What a glorious night.
Why are we different.
There were no preliminaries.
And when he woke up, he was on fire.
You gave me the moon I need the sun.
If I am not already literally an impossible person I intend to become one.
It's either raining or its very hot and that's just not optimal drag weather.
This represents a crisis for men everywhere.

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