I sought lost poetry
and thought I had
recovered nothing
but in digging
through my
metaphysical file cabinets
I found one dead poem
half rotted
reeking of yesterdays
scribbled on a piece of sky
in love's thirstiest
handwriting.
I sought lost poetry
but found buried memories
all too familiar
all too indecent.

Poetry is not always beautiful.

05/24/2002

Posted on 05/24/2002
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