Sunday, December 10, 2006

[That all I said was dead before it left my mouth.]

That all I said was dead before it left my mouth.

Or less like dead as not so much alive.

The point is there was nothing on my mind.

Insectile forms are scuttling underground.

"Insectile forms are scuttling underground?"

The point is there's a bigger picture here.

Or more like many points and sights and noises.

"Could've been anyone," I'd said both quick and loud enough to offend.

The turning, though, of tongue and breath to word,

UNFINISHED SONNET

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