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Poems in which only the end works.
Poems that can’t take a joke.
Poems like a mob of disconnected sentences.
Poems that lean too sweet.
Poems in an induced coma.
Poems that made all the wrong choices in life.
Poems with one wow line surrounded by meh.
Poems that remain just a 3-4 word germ.
Poems that trip predictable.
Poems like a hoarder’s wicked kitchen.
Poems that trip predictable.
Poems like a hoarder’s wicked kitchen.
5 comments:
"Work In Progress": every poet's most thickly-populated file. (Although, for me, "Progress" is slow to non-existent at best.)
yeah, i leave the word 'progress' out completely. smile.
Sigh...indeed!
I read the one as an "induced comma."
Love this and feel the pain. Have an opus of incomplete works, fragments, chips.
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