tuesday: friday the thirteenth

walden freemanwalden freeman Posts: 511
edited September 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
a baker's dozen birds took flight and ran with it
out past the windows that break our falls
through the fields, in the humming autumn
oceans of brown blowing leaves
and lampposts blinking in disbelief

i became a pedestrian, a know-it-all,
a fused backbone cracking
the few mysteries left in my legs
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  • chadwickchadwick Posts: 21,157
    you never cease to amaze me
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • Thanks but, let's be honest here . . . I'm way overrated.

    I reuse the same ideas over and over.

    My titles half the time are superior to their corresponding poems.

    But, just don't tell anyone the truth and people will still think I'm not a hack.

    By the way, fuck being booed offstage . . . I'm going to attempt another reading soon.
  • Thanks but, let's be honest here . . . I'm way overrated.

    I reuse the same ideas over and over.

    My titles half the time are superior to their corresponding poems.

    But, just don't tell anyone the truth and people will still think I'm not a hack.

    By the way, fuck being booed offstage . . . I'm going to attempt another reading soon.

    You're not overrated...and yeah... just wow them with a pome and you'll be a crowd favorite. ;)
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