Wednesday, July 24, 2013

poem || A.J. Huffman

Manual Die[l]ing

Journey.
Dream.
Thoughts.

Broken pieces.
Beige
            and black.
Bitter
          ly wait.
Tiles slide.
Like coins.
Dropping.
Dripping.
Heavy-ish.
And almost silver.

Ring  prrrrrrrr  ring.
Rotation is more than obsolete.
Click
is the answer.

Hand over the punctuation.
Point.
{Break}
Match!

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