Wednesday, May 27, 2009
apostrophos
i used to be good
at understanding this
mysterious language,
the alphabet of every day,
each hour
descending inevitably
towards Z,
but lately i slur,
trip over the consonants
& fall into the holes
of the vowels,
phrases tumbling
out of my pockets
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