Mutual
December 23, 2009
Do you remember?
You know, that time?
Deny it if you have to, but we know
That when our visions snag across the room
We’re both thinking the same thing
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
December 24, 2009 at 9:28 pm
Oh, I do.