Friday, November 10, 2006

again on the sand (an update)

It is as on the sand
I write for you a poem
But the sea comes in
again to steal it

Like a child I stand
and wonder why this is
That hope lives only
to be washed away


Anonymous Anonymous said...

robert the kalwa wrote:

it was on the bog where i wrote this poem,
pooing my way through the day,
hoping the toilet would flush
and blow all my messes away


11:49 am  

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