Sunday, January 1, 2012

Repetitive Reflection HELLO AGAIN POEMADAY!

orphan line and old man sleep late, so late.
oh old saying someone said who since
dissolved, deep back into void of heat
insignificant frost in my story, so sorry.

how old am i that i forget so soon?
And still in bed so still so dumb
ribs and skin and skull; no facts at all.
"I think about this thing this one girl said once sometimes."

A doom of optimism settles in my sheets
every year i say the same but lately i've felt better
recent years' mythologies have made a book of me
a legend of omissions; twice means always in the '10s.

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