Mean Poetry

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Wednesday, March 21, 2007

i think i've found myself a home
a place for life to take ahold
my roots have found a water well
the sky pulls up, inspires growth

the road grows wide
___my fingers, toes
______dig through air
what matters most
___uncertain breaths
______are in the past
_________and in the future
______they will come back

But here, oh earth
___the smell is sweet
I lick my lips and lift my feet
I praise my soul and know that deep
under this spot a rhythm beats
___and keeps
___me here.

2 Comments:

At 6:42 PM, March 21, 2007, Blogger simon said...

sugar... the spaces are ignored. The black line is a little ugly. Hopefully it's worth it.

 
At 9:52 PM, April 07, 2007, Blogger David Fleming said...

oh earth. well written, sir.

 

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