voids

poetry

i haven’t the time
for words to flow.
i’ve filled it with
flowing other things.
i’ven’t the time
for poetry
and whatsitmake me
to be a guy withn’t
the time to poet?

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the sieve and the sand

Leaving the wheat with the chaff. This is not your mother's poetry blog.

voids

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