Forgive me, father,
for I have sinned
too many poetic
confessionals with a
slight self indulgent
make that multiple
me me me binges
Forgive me, father,
for I have sinned
Tzck tzck tzck too
many clackety clackety
heard it, pen and paper
no need to ruminate
onomatopoetical sin
Forgive me, father,
for I have sinned
sentient sacred
ceremonial salt
tears tucked tautly
my memory morphs
alliteration, ah!
Forgive me, father,
for I have sinned
See more progress on: write a (sloppy, half-formed if need be) poem every day (or so) during August 2010
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