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
2/12/11
resurrecting 'one man's trash'
as zombie art
back from the dead
the metaphor is incomplete
til I park my hearse
on main street
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