Most poets construct fences
Of ambiguous and lofty blabber
To stagger, ambitious eyes
Clamoring for another
Hit line, that drags the body
to the grave and greets
Your mother with
A bird, contrary
To the--traditional wave
And jejune grief
Instead, I'll facet windows
With various cob-web cracks
And baseball mishaps
Till I collapse
Feb 5, 2013
Feb 5, 2013 at 10:36 PM UTC
Most poets construct fences
Of ambiguous and lofty blabber
To stagger, ambitious eyes
Clamoring for another
Hit line, that drags the body
to the grave and greets
Your mother with
A bird, contrary
To the--traditional wave
And jejune grief
Instead, I'll facet windows
With various cob-web cracks
And baseball mishaps
Till I collapse
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