Comments on: Note 117: Was it? http://dirk-johnson.com/wpblog/?p=1477 relates to poetry one way or another even when it doesn't Sat, 28 Aug 2010 14:32:38 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0 By: Khakjaan Wessington http://dirk-johnson.com/wpblog/?p=1477&cpage=1#comment-565 Khakjaan Wessington Thu, 01 Jul 2010 01:03:07 +0000 http://dirk-johnson.com/wpblog/?p=1477#comment-565 If I ever meet 16 year old me, I'm going to punch him in the nose and break his glasses. Other thoughts: The years are like slashes and likewise the lines, And scatter the decades like droplets of blood. The fool in his youth with a stiffening spine Announces his death in the theater's mud. He hates his old age And sets up a trap: A poetry cage-- A bed made of crap. If I ever meet 16 year old me, I’m going to punch him in the nose and break his glasses.

Other thoughts:
The years are like slashes and likewise the lines,
And scatter the decades like droplets of blood.
The fool in his youth with a stiffening spine
Announces his death in the theater’s mud.
He hates his old age
And sets up a trap:
A poetry cage–
A bed made of crap.

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