Sunday, April 01, 2007

Actually scratch that. I begin to think it wasn't warranted at all!

But good poetry lasts forever.


Those of you that recall the last post, think not there is any ill will. But think, please.








the floor falls out from underneath
you tremble, waver, wobble
what was stone is now sand
and the future mists over.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

update?

-phebs

9:49 pm  

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