Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Nat'l Poetry Month Day 3: Compressed Air

My air has been
flavored
I've never even
been
In possession of
air
before
So I'm not sure how I know this
And how do
I know
It is you

In order to carry my
Air harpoon
My arms were always full out to
here
Air was the one thing I
Knew I could never
Lose I could never
Use I could never
Choose when I received it
You
What was that?AnywaywhatwasIsaying
Concealed air harpoon -
Spent it all on that -
Then lived in the sea -
Then drowned all my guests -
Then I chased bubbles
Until I ran
Out of
Air.

When I heard your
name
My hidden air
harpoon
Went off in my
Pants
Before
I even tried to use it
That is how
I know
It is you

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