Thursday, October 10, 2013

365 Poems in 365 Days: Self Referential

I’m slacking off, missing days
As though I’ve run out of poems today
From this dead horse, the skin has been flayed

Number 274. Look, this is a poem about how I don't write poems and that I've written most of my interesting topics into the ground. This kind of thing amuses me. Deal with it.

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