Lobotomy Via AmericaA Poem by Cope HaydenWhy should i describe a poem? The poem is discription enough in itself.Format your source. Bring the appropriate forms. Fill out the reds and dot the greens. Barter yourself for inadequate dreams.
The old man rises accross the line in the cloud, and small children gaze towards light's start' with muddy noses and insecure poses we leave the night's dark,
"Wait! Look here!" he exclaims. "What dreams, what dreams..." and then he smokes. And he sips oh so lightly upon the lip of his cup as he suveys the last of the resturaunt's sup.
And here again sits your writer Articulating his fingers When from the seams of our life here comes a reality that is not. © 2008 Cope HaydenAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on September 11, 2008 Last Updated on September 11, 2008 AuthorCope HaydenEhrhardt, SCAboutNot much to speak of here. I am 23 years old, can't catch a break with my fiction. I prefer to write fiction about the lowcountry area of South Carolina. I also write science fiction and sci-fantas.. more.. |