Put your gun and your love down
Oh, ye of lyrical greatness
Evident are your witticisms in the threadbare bear,
The great Whimsical Experience that was your postsecondary education
I
Come to you
Graceless, without cause, without merit, to
Revisit the past and the present
In filtered lines and words
Now…speak.
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September 29, 2008 at 10:53 pm
poeticgrin
You are forever the Mistress of the Acrostic!
January 27, 2009 at 11:13 am
Bindo
Ah, such a fine homage to a friend…
And what are friends
Surely those that last longer than a lover
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