A poem written each day upon waking. It's mostly unedited. I think that's the point. Promise not to laugh, or let me give up, and please, wish me luck.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
1/23/11
To be optimistic
would be to say
we're only on pause
like a good flick
but my distaste for modern film
kicks in
and I start to itch
and wish
for it all to be over with.
Love this one.
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