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.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
2/1/11
dialated dots
in scrutinizing eyes
rolling over
each imperfection
that matters
like a catologue
of unobstructed
judgment calls
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