Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Poem: "I Can't Call It 'Untitled' Because Then It Has a Title."

Crumpled soda-can eyes,
A compacted block of emotions,
Swirled together like half-melted crayons
Labeled Magic Mint or Outer Space--
The blue-green of unrequited love
Juxtaposed against the blue-black of despair.

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No clue what this means. If you do, please tell me so I can sound smrt.