Friday, November 2, 2012


Poetry fills each corner of crafted consequence buried deeply in memory and deeply buried in gentle life with each thought lent to eternity.                                          Alexander Aciman and Emmet Rensin, twitterature  

Crammed with engine ratings
and automatic movements
I don’t know just what,
but it’s sitting there,
waiting to come out.
I’m restless. Exciting.
Anguished people. Electricity.
Hundred hurricanes.
Wondrous words.
It stands alone.
More than words between
Tomorrow is poetry.

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