mrgiles

Poems.

Thursday, March 20, 2008

4

I'm sorry to inform you that
your work has not been chosen
at creation time. This Rasputin began,
began to think on penny moons.
The eggs detained through massacres
their sacred glow to touch the ancient
lunchbox. Paper started trains of
yawns, launching hard but qwerty
skins. Landing took less time
than thought, yet chipmunk wind
felt finger repetition. Nelson
notwithstanding, feel that work
was competetively and fairly
assessed.

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