VaderOnIce Posted March 21, 2005 Report Share Posted March 21, 2005 What you find in a dark stairway This girl I used to know asked me what makes a poem a poem. I said it is prose tilted to mimic lyric. I could've said that poetry was the time I followed her up a dark and cold fake wood paneled stairway luggage dragging clump clump clump on each step. The miles between us left behind like the cliches you rip out of poems to make them hard. But I didn't say that not knowing her anymore not knowing if maybe she liked haiku now. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
etru_scan Posted March 21, 2005 Report Share Posted March 21, 2005 Good and dark, like my mood today. joo rawk, gangsta. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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