My current trend in writing is to treat it like bits of code. Debugging as time goes on (fixing spelling/grammarish issues).

Most of these poems will rest the way they are written, but given time and interest many will see a patches or 2 before it is over.

11.01.2005

Summertime

wary goes the flesh to light
turned over
forced red
while most remain
in beneath the cool
  slices of silicon
  curves of steal
  breath of cloud

summertime means
we can cast a shadow again
roll down the windows
let loose the winter elbow
sputtering along
in time with the radio

it is a dance above us
ringed in lamp light
universal
beacons
it to will pass

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