it is evening
It is evening and I have nothing
on my mind. I can’t even think
of a subject or a theme
for this poem. This poem which
will always remain a complete
abortion, or no not that, but
a stillbirth. A stillbirth is something
to speak about in dismissive tones
that belie the deep suffocating
tragedy. The tragedy that will remain
forever in your heart.
[drops mic]
Elegant Mistake
They can have my Montblanc when they pry it from my cold fingers
elegant mistake
- Location
- Chicago, Illinois, USA
- Birthday
- December 12
- Bio
- I teach college English in the Chicago area.
Have a nice day
MY RECENT POSTS
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limerick not an ode)
November 27, 2012 06:16PM - It is Evening
April 05, 2012 07:25PM - Open Mic Night
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February 10, 2012 07:15PM - From God to Rush to Carl
February 01, 2012 08:35PM
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can smell a wif of the reefer
lingering
around many posts
o…”
November 27, 2012 06:44PM - “Nice man.”
March 27, 2012 06:51PM - “That is difficult
question. How to stop it. ...
well I've
been sitting here a
whi…”
March 27, 2012 06:46PM - “Open Salon is really
only here for two groups of
people:
angry liberals and
screw…”
March 07, 2012 05:55PM - “Well, She'll have to
figure out how to advance a
plot without
a Deus Ex
Machina.…”
February 28, 2012 05:32PM

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