AzeltirWrite - Ben Finkel's Poetry, Essays, and General Nonsense
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
The pitter-pattered pattern plays upon the wall
Insulting welling anger that sharpens to a ball
Of dandelions lost, and refuge vessels too
Which sail the pond of liver-nerve, ancient and anew.
March 28, 2007
I don't understand a word, but it sounds great when I say it!
March 28, 2007 at 7:01 PM
Well written article.
November 10, 2008 at 9:49 AM
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