A Might Does Not A Work Make
I might start writing again
if the odds are right,
blankety blank, blankety blank.
If you start again
there's always the chance
a pear will pop up
instead of a peach.
You might give birth to triplets
instead of the casual couplet,
then where would you put them --
in a paper cup?
I might start writing again
and start with a new name:
"good laughter" -- it fits.
Heaven roll me down
and down
and down down
upon a velvet coat of arms.
Running light on computer bytes,
running tight on scrunched teeth,
Break me up, lovely wench,
into the swirling passions above
and below --
there's a hollow in this story,
Page 5 (Black Book: Light Heart)
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