i miss when i used to write all the time.
i'm not sure when it happened.
or how.
but i seem to be
afraid of the phrase.
i'm not even sure what i have to say,
really.
there's got to be something.
otherwise this is all just a cruel joke.
but God is a great comedian.
and i've never been too good
to be a punchline.
i guess there's naught to do
but let the black marks run.
and do myself in.
let's write.
#dyi
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
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1 Comments:
I miss when you used to write more, too. I think your blog was one of the reasons I started posting poetry to my blog more often.
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