Wednesday, April 6, 2016
The conclusion of an illogical extension
A poem forced A rhyme coerced What word painting Flies out of my head today? Lacy clouds wisp the air At sunset making Fiery angel hair Tangled in our waking. Contortionist words curl Dubious flags unfurl What if it all goes wrong? Driven by some misguided patriot’s song. Angel hair clouds see doom... Sign in
to see full entry.