SpillageA Poem by Mark PearceWhen stuff spills.Spillage © 2010 Mark Pearce My thoughts are not interesting anymore. Not thoughts at all, as I can tell. Just spillage. One would expect in a downpour That at least one droplet would prove spectacular. Marvelous, perhaps. But search as I may, I cannot find such marvel within these parched words. Perhaps each graph up-loaded, disassembled, codified, algorithmically rearranged, sorted, tested, reassembled, downloaded and packaged properly, there would be something revealed of keen celebration. But fortune presaged, the process would result as Longfellow but lacking the final “r.” Alas, I’ll choose last breath in this beast - this roiling rive. © 2010 Mark PearceAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on February 1, 2010 Last Updated on February 1, 2010 AuthorMark PearceMOAboutI am happy to introduce the presentation line-up for the 2009 Montserrat Poetry Festival, to be held at Montserrat Vineyards, Montserrat, Missouri on Sunday afternoon, May 3rd, 2009. 2:00 pm Debo.. more..Writing
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