Friday, November 07, 2014

Day #7, Poem #6

Requiem for a Poem-

I never saw a poem
die so fast.

They didn’t laugh.
They didn’t cry.
They didn’t snap their fingers.
They didn’t even hiss.

I mean fuck,
at least hiss.
Then I’ll know
it hit * some * emotion.

That poem was DOA.
A splat on the concrete.
Chalk an outline
around it
and call it a day.

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