The Typewriter Poems

These poems were written on HanxWriter. My 3-step approach: Write. Fix. Post.

Monday, November 24, 2014

DOG SPELLED BACKWARD

I'm trying

to burn through

to the place

where dogs

give their

mute yelps

and silent 

rodents eat

the last of

your produce.

even in heaven

I think 

there must

be downtime

when all you 

have to do is 

sit and

think about

how little 

there is to

do

Posted by Dan Tricarico at 1:04 PM
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