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Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Churning

Crazed eyes churn up, wash
away his watery calm
Salt-licked worries spray

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

like 'his watery calm' very much!
At least your poetry makes sense- not incomrehensible like lam poetry!

Francis Scudellari said...

It mostly makes sense... I have my moments of gibberish.