this might be one of the meanest things i have ever done, and god help me if the author ever finds this, but in honor of national poetry month, i am going to be posting someone's terrible poems. because he publishes them. on facebook. for the world to see:
Where is my muse?
Once dwelling at my door
Now lost with a frail hand
Conversations drawn like
Chilled butter
One word tripping over
The insignificance of the next
She looked into her new lovers eyes
And saw a puzzle with a few pieces
Missing,
Not leading to a quest…
But to a theory
That a picture that is missing a few pieces
Is better than the undeveloped...
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