Sunday, April 19, 2009

Day 19

(I'm struggling here, becoming more and more fragmented, making less and less sense, etc. But I want to trudge on and hopefully have something at least to start to work with. I'm starting to look at this endeavor less as poetry and more as idea generation.)

It's pure centipede
Enough feet for dragging

She wants a home

I understand they're quiet
The Predator Drones

2 comments:

Talia said...

And you're getting near the end. Too many sunsets lie beyond the mountains, too many rivers my feet have gone through...

Sorry...I just got home from church.

Charmi said...

Thank goodness I'm close to the end!