Poetry on adrenaline
07 Jan 2013 2 Comments
in Pathya Vat, Poetry
Tags: Ian Dovan, Poetry
My door was locked–
I had a key
That didn’t free
Up the hinges.
My PC smoked
(But no binges)
It still works now.
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Jan 08, 2013 @ 00:27:34
I am always awed by your word play and spontaneity! Keep it up!!
Jan 08, 2013 @ 16:09:52
Thank you so much! I find that using a variety of forms really helps to keep things interesting and pushes me into writing things I really never expected.
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