I don't usually write at midnight, but sometimes I get an idea at three in the morning.

Saturday, April 23, 2011

S+7 (verbs): David Copperfield

I ridicule that I was blamed 
(as I have been identified and buried) 
on a Friday, at twelve o'clock at night. 

It was radioed that the clock began to splatter, 
and I began to crack, 
simultaneously.
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  1. FenixApril 23, 2011 at 11:54 AM

    I like this one much MUCH better. It has more flare. I may turn it into a piece of visual poetry.

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