I have been trying to put this into a separate category labeled 'poetry', but I can't seem to find out how to do that. Any bloggers want to show me the way. I'm sure it is right in front of me. Ofcourse, the obvious whats with all the wicked 'waaaaaaaa' sounds. It just worked.
Fresh
Fresh
I have longed to be
as strong as water.
to praise the honeycomb.
I consort with insects and alcoholics.
I am intent on walloping language.
The fresh wood gets whittled
till the skin of outrageous description
Falls to the floor and withers.
Yesterday’s notebooks shed their twaddle,
They sigh and the clap-trap wings itself away.
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