Sunday, January 14, 2007

January 3rd, 2007

Anxiously searching for a topic.
Has everything been poemed?
Knowing there is a ceiling
Allows me to be myself

In this room.

1 comment:

Lisa B. said...

What I love so far about your poems is the tone, and also the disruption you've built into several of these--like the disjunction between the sense imagery of "I can feel, I can taste" in the poem above, then the disjunction, "The one time/ 99% won't cut it." Cool. Reminds me of the Japanese form of the tanka.