Saturday, June 16, 2012

Countdown to Independence

the drink undrunk
drinks itself
till wet

the thinker unthunks
burning itself
till hot

the sound silences
ringing itself
till spoken

the poem riddles
proclaiming itself
till news

the blood bleeds
pumping itself
till red

the friend hates
loving themself
till compassionate

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