atrophous – it happens
April 20, 2009
with lack of picture support
my words
they atrophy
wishing they’d been backed
by waves or at least a sunset
instead of contrasted so
painfully black on white
and surrounded by
nothing but white space
the sieve and the sand
Leaving the wheat with the chaff. This is not your mother’s poetry.
beighartman
captainwinklestein
Julio Chapluzki
freakynewchild
ladydarnell
philip santos
rcribay
Roger Mugs
saxsquatch
David X. Hugo
tynedaile
