a poem for today, 8 December 2012

a poem for today, 8 December 2012
[a syllable sorted sonnet of nine sentences and its image]

No one has any illusions about this being art.
Poetry doesn't work like that anymore.
She went on to say that poetry is elementary and that poetry isn't rigorous.
I would like to learn astrology and use it to track the economy and the stock market trends.
Zagging is a new form of chilling.
Don't judge.
It's what they call that where the punches slide off.
The truth is I don't like having to write this.
When one has finally captured one's desire and found it horrible, real living can commence.

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