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.

Ben Finkel
March 28, 2007
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2 comments:

alex said...

I don't understand a word, but it sounds great when I say it!

March 28, 2007 at 7:01 PM
Anonymous said...

Well written article.

November 10, 2008 at 9:49 AM

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