Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Climax. What is the one thing that guarantees that a poem will climax?

Silence.


And a meal? Cheese. Please

1 comment:

  1. Designated

    clatter amid the once too often seas
    overturns the ambience and snuffs again
    the slightly candied--
    The door which opens magnificent in the rain
    has no option but to seize up as the owner
    forgot his oil, forgot the motion of oiling
    and left behind a mess of intentions
    only spoken after dawn

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