Friday, November 27, 2009

Mea Cupla

I've plagarized my way trough poetry
and imitated your intentions in prose

Repeatedly the sky was blue

I've snatched each "the" and "ampersand"
to fill in the gaps between:
Would the defendent come foward
to speak on behalf of the prosecution?

&
my confession.

These sounds are not mine.
I'd rahter be
wahofamgiging imant livobirx
than foolishly writing
in a language I didn't pen
with the thoughts that were never for me
to play in.

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