Word called this file
Document18
and it’s funny to think
I have that many windows
open.
Funny to think how
that many thoughts have
leapt from the tank
dripping in revelation and
so sure of themselves
they demand a pristine
white canvas
untrammelled by lesser words
where they (think they) shine
like white hot stars
but are only so much
cheap gaudy neon.
Jul 27, 2012
Jul 27, 2012 at 12:48 AM UTC
Word called this file
Document18
and it’s funny to think
I have that many windows
open.
Funny to think how
that many thoughts have
leapt from the tank
dripping in revelation and
so sure of themselves
they demand a pristine
white canvas
untrammelled by lesser words
where they (think they) shine
like white hot stars
but are only so much
cheap gaudy neon.
copyright 2012, David J. Goodwin
Jun 25, 2012
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