Tuesday, July 24, 2007

1996 poem

The Operation
How I spoiled my concentration
searching for the option
to keep my brain from drowning
waiting for an operation
I spent time deciding, designing
The number 1 operation
Continuous equation (infinity sign)
Short spitting writing
Is there no use finding
Inspirations have expired?
Gulping and drowning
No sign of the sun for fire
The moon and stars' way to conspire
Too many rhymes
Feel like Nice and Smooth
Ha. Gotta find that groove
My endangered imagination
Writing phobia
I need an examination
Before the operation

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