Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Game


Spread your fingers wide, and ask for
cluttered rhymes, patternless and sublime;
Sprinkled wet, since the rain never stops
while I shape lines. If you resist, and I guess
you will, for your ego's still shy, it is with
solemn triumph that I shall announce :
Oh dear, the Goodbye's all mine.  

5 comments:

M said...

I see you come back.

Saturnalia's Offspring said...

Hee. :)
Yes, I want more cluttered rhymes.
Moar!

Anoo. said...
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Anoo. said...

this is like a song. almost. whip up some melody for this!

Sayan said...

Indeed. :D