Monday, July 09, 2007

Slipshod Sonnet #3

Deliverables on tomorrow’s dime
Will you behave with any finality?
Keeping down appearances
Wasn’t that your sister we saw?
Isn’t falling underrated?
Clamoring for a difference
With terminal dispatch
Can you feel the imagined?
I know I can and can’t
Display names telling the story
Ironic how traction actually happens
Clinical friction the kind
They went over in class
Sounding less assured, brutal.

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Blogger Bob said...

great site, steve...

interested in recording this poem for the next episode of my audio poetry show, i-Outlaw (

let me know at this e-mail address: bmarcacci AT gmail DOT com. Take it easy...

10:53 AM  

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