25 May 2011

Poplar

This is poem 660.

Which feels like a lot.

And a little.

I'd like to take this moment to thank everyone for reading. Please tell your friends about my poems. I like to get eyes on the words as much as possible.

Eyes on words y'all.


Poplar 5/24

Mona Lisa stretches across her poplar home – her DNA having been sequenced just the morning before

She crosses to a window – naked – she wants to go snowboarding