A brand new year...seventeen syllables at a time.

Saturday, January 2, 2010

Day Two


To a blank mind
comes parthenogenesis.
A poem is born.

The fierce predator
drags his kill across the floor—
poor, mangled waffle.

Cough syrup chokes with
a cloying sweet,lingering,
dry opiate taste.
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2 comments:

  1. powerstar24January 3, 2010 at 1:52 PM

    I love these. And the visual bonus as well...; )

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  2. paxxymacJanuary 3, 2010 at 4:18 PM

    Day Two: still easy.
    Will it become difficult
    or silly and fun?

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