Friday, January 29, 2016

Quatrains

Today, I rode in the street.
There was no blood to be found.
My EYE scoured the concrete
of the sidewalk where now I am bound.

Here, also, no blood to be found.
My sneakers will fill with sweat.
My hair is perfectly round.
I live my life on a bet.

This poem is not over yet.
Not even close.
I just decided to get my jaw reset.
My brain wants to be verbose.

Now I'm wearing pantyhose,
And I've changed my mind.
The end very close.
It ends with this line.

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