Wednesday, 27 February 2013

Lame-o poem

I cannot turn a head.
I cannot turn a phrase.

And in the night I can't
turn my spine to your side of the bed.

I cannot speak but if I did it would be a
mothball and it would gather
it would fall
And I would be meek in my words.

what can I do.
What I can do.

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