And the word inside gnawed Out

by September 28, 2012 0 comments

I sat down to write a poem
to all our most terrible things

One word came out One word alone
Like a cataract in blindness and deluge

and a poet who has nothing
Nothing left but clear and bad intentions

Snuffed out
in the blink of an attention span

And the word inside was

And the word inside gnawed

editors note:

It is what comes out which defiles; write those words on flash paper. – mh

Leave a Reply