Tuesday, 5 April 2011

5/30

It is time again for you to wonder at cosmic typos,
the blunder that brought you to this mess of slurs and ties
and the men who wear them. The red-faced poet saying the pledge.
The voices; you are only the excuse nature makes
when she forgets to say "just kidding".
The minefields in between the right sounds.
The god that drew billowing black borders
and gave you a voice of chalk.

And you could have been a bumblebee.

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