24 April 2009

NPM 14: i can't think

i can't think
it's too late
for my brain
to work.

can't function
dark is here
i simply can
not think.

the hour's come
i must rest
my weary mind.
relief.

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yes, I did decide to go "e.e.cummings" on all y'all. Except I used punctuation. Bleh, gotta stop leaving these poems so late.

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