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.

3.13.2006

Strength

think,
is a life worth it
worth
  all of this
  any of this
  the cost of a paper
  swords at dawn
we seem to be
shapes of waterfalls
bucking through the wheat fields
against the grain
time trailing off
like exhaust fumes
falling asleep late
again

No frequent feeling
No bouquet of flowers
No Christmas feast
No princess bride
No calm of the storm
No bridge home

ideas are cheap
they rattle through the
head's cavern
sounds of popping corn
thoughts become something to
hold onto
cause from now
till another then
it is not good enough
to just have some
strength

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