Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Another One...

I was riding my bike up towards the apartment and I saw a girl who looked very familiar. I drew a blank. Then I wrote this poem.


That strike on the slab of memory,
four more compressions even though I know
it won't come back to me--
a breath.
What the hell was her name?!



KellyMellyBoBellyBananaFanna said...

Three thumbs up, if I had 'em. Since I don't, you'll have to settle for two.

Argent said...

That opening line ROCKS! Good work.

Viewtiful_Justin said...

Thanks both! I appreciate the encouragement.

Adorably Dead said...

I love how it starts out all serious, but ends funny, lol.