Sunday, February 17, 2008

Homework Assignment #3

Fill in the blanks after these lines. The finished poem should have 10 lines and any number of spaces in between.

Wax and Filigree

A cantankerous old shit

In an effort

Afterlife, afterlife

But were never even born

1 comment:

Admiral Meriweather said...

Wax and filigree
fill the form of the palace.

A cantankerous old shit
sits in the same damn place he always sits.
In an effort
Not to cry, he grimaces all the harder.

Afterlife, Afterlife,
he thinks, as if receiving a strange phonecall. Never heard of it.

But we were never even born,
he concludes , and cries.