The 12 minute poem.
by
Wes Slater
In the heat of the moment you can say anything.
In the flash of a screen I can feel it skip a beat.
I can see the waves and the sand and somehow it's all about me.
Just my latest obsession no way to lie about it.
It's my team now and I ain't giving it up.
I didn't know how little I could care until these two gave me the chance.
Damn this desktop I really need to modify this screen.
I need more of it and fast.
No better yet I need to hold onto it and make it last.
My 12 minutes is up.
I gotta see some friends.
Too bad I'm mental, cause it's just not going away.
Rabble Rock!
3 comments:
Wow! very good .. Like it a lot..
Why do you always call your pomes Wes Slater?
That is the second time you've posted something by that Wes Slater. How did you discover him?
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