Tuesday, January 11, 2011


Inspiration: Tired! Sore! 
Word: Sulk

She Sulks

as the world around her does cartwheels  
to an endless beat of nullity 

She eats spoonfuls of exhaustion 
imagining it to be energy

She waits 
for the clack 
of the smooth feathered hen
to wake her 

at the sight of a friend 
she extends 
to her bud
and takes a cool long ride to ecstasy

post for Jan 8 Saturday 

p.s not all these poems are about me like most aren't

so don't assume...and I don't really like this one

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