Polishing My Ideas Just To Throw Yours Away, by Tim Pozzi Subscribe to rss feed for Tim Pozzi

i said we spiralled quickly,
just to watch the bottom fall out,
just to take in the tragedy that
befell this stained glass cracked
projection screen.
sibling rivalry,
of the pasture greenery that
seems something of a hoax indefinitely.
cascade around the players,
give them all prayers for further engagement.
can't we explode without devouring 
the defenses of
all those keeping tabs on saviours?
this town comes crashing down
and you're unwilling to recount
the memories from better deployment.
Posted: 2008-04-10 17:47:07 UTC

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