Untitled 2

Another lame-ass poem i wrote in the bouts of post adolescent trauma around 2000.

Two poems a night?

That’s one poem too many.

Or so the poet thought.

“Words, in these times

of financial strife

should be economised.

And one should

be spendthrift

with phrases and

whole sentences

or one would die

of literary malnutrition.”

Leave a comment

Filed under poetic

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s