Monday, May 28, 2012

On the mend

Contrary contraptions
& rusted relics missed

Conceptions & crusted
People & words make

No sense left too long
In the rain running like

A river drowned out
By the train rattling the

Dishes disturbing the
Clocks while old paint

Hides recent mistakes
Worm hole to nail hole

The pendulum stops
For silence sake

KE

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