Not only have I not posted (or written) in a while, I have no idea what the hell I've written this time. But hey, I'm writing again.
He moved like a bad poem,
all stops and starts
and unexpected glottals.
There was no even tempo.
I couldn't get a handle on his
metre. His running was walking,
his walking was too fast for
comprehension. His circles
were uneven ellipses.
And in the end he was in the audience
and I was on the stage
and we were all confused.
He moved like a bad poem,
all stops and starts
and unexpected glottals.
There was no even tempo.
I couldn't get a handle on his
metre. His running was walking,
his walking was too fast for
comprehension. His circles
were uneven ellipses.
And in the end he was in the audience
and I was on the stage
and we were all confused.
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