Monday, October 31, 2011

The Process

"normal" poem this week.  quota for october: done.

The Process

I have a
Pensive pen and inkling ink
Converse convergent covers
Chanting penchants lankly linked;
A clustered cluttered manuscript

Contentious canted content
Hordes of hoarded increment
Encased, erased as fitting
Manifesto's manifest:
The lucky deftly left.
Perhaps the best

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