Friday, September 3, 2010

The Poem I Didn’t Write Yesterday

That glassy-eyed, litterbugged bastard,
Tossed as refuse on a toady Oklahoma roadway,
Rolled randomly into the east-leaning weeds
Which swallowed those awkward, swollen words,
Awarding the world with a sullen silence
Breathtaking in its broken invisibility.

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