Sunday, October 21, 2012


Poetry girl, poetry girl
I don’t know you
and yet, I know you

Cut from similar swaths
of the fabric of time
and space, little specks
in the cosmic lasagna
that is existence
mutually appreciate
each other’s persistence
to be more than nil ghosts
of nihilistic apathy

Poetry girl, poetry girl
write me a psalm
or a sonnet

read them into a tin can
so I can hear them when
all’s still and quiet

Poetry girl, poetry girl
if you like this
then publish it.

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