Tuesday, June 23, 2009

something is not quite right with this poem...

there is no power in what you are going to say
because the future is in yesterday
so when you procrastinate
(line missing)
but a blog imprinted with memories of loss.

creation submerges in loss
emerges as pain
repeatedly.
it is almost always barren
where only tomorrows exist.

(hmm...reading a poem with a missing line can be awkward...)

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