Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Guilty and self-deprecating penance poem about poetry penance which is to you, but all the judgemental stuff is actually to me.

Where are we now?
I almost
wrote you a poem
in soapy irony
that started

Funny that we chose
writing ourselves to
deadlines
cause we like them so much

and in meter, across
wires liks tightropes
forgot
the exercize was
every twenty four hours.

And now in grand marnier
backwash and
retrospect
that went "something like that"
someone else will say
where are they now?

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