muffled by weight
a life of rambling/s
Shining excrement
Heaped in a port
keep forgetting
Close it up
no lights shine
inconsequence of headlines
Recurring carnage
tragedy for Grammar police
slipped punctuation
Processionals of authors
ticker taped
all captured as living
Under a barrage
of professional wind breaking
my sails deflate
Breathing a sigh
when so many better
lie breathless in embarrassment
Siesta, writers block
freedom to write as I wish
quaint customs do jump
Bury the work
Bury it deep
fatal courage
Sipped beneath
souls bruised
egos too
Why can't it all be
simplified
and the answers the same
An aching paradox
a wish to be fulfilled
to stand alone
Stand ready
pay it forward
compliment, review
Bury it deep
Bury the work
gone but not forgotten.
Findbotr 12/02/07
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