Oct 18, 2011 22:24
The conundrum of catharsis -
Confusing hyper-thought
Spews, flying forth
My mouth contains a contrite crumb
So I now head North
Before my memory is caught
And Catholic conscience come
the conundrum of perceptual catharcism
Prosaic is not Prozac
But Poetry builds a city
Had plenty fun, in fact
This arv' Genevieve, words whirl witty.