Spent Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........
Spent
the idler hours feeling with the inanimate....
.draining them of their imbuities
and
spanking the coarse grain from their sandals...
....an uncertain satisfaction of pledges and paltries......
loose-wove
and planted next to the lyre....
.the key is in the windowbox......
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
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