Half the mark
December 30, 2006
Posted in Poetry |
A month a month what can you do what can be done undone.
The lines are still printed and my shoes clutch at them, don't stray dontpleasestay stray go I have to go I have to step away the lines are cuts cuts in the regular programming.
It's not quite quiet shhhhhh I told you sixty days half the mark is making a line another line.
And stones across the stream and x's on the screen and nothing to keep me from falling into life as deep as I can see.
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