My last poem Will be shorter Lacking guile Standing attentive Receiving you in caesurae A little showy The old man’s prerogative Failing spellcheck like a common paragraph Flatulent, but lovingly so Astonishing admonishing Cryptic styptic Structured opaque wordbricks Tossed through nursery windows Gasping a-b,a-b Despairing the lost connection of ink and capillary Despair, just a bitter sort of nostalgia A hobby of sorts Knees on a cool floor A salamander that wasn’t always a metaphor Will you blush? Or remember my last poem? Will you wonder And find yourself in my caesurae Breathing one borrowed breath As I run out of ink? ~~~ By Doodleslice 2014-06-22 #poem #poetry

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