where everything's broken
on the phrase," the poet shouted,
and went swinging out into the white page on a long line.
He landed softly on a rhyming couplet.
He's lucky; he says "don't I know it!"
NYC to West Texas -- It's all the same team!
posted by Shafer at 6:25 AM
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Bedside Guide to No Tell Motel (featuring poems by Maureen, Shanna, and I)