4/28/13 poetry-ing

evaluate how to take the cost, pay,

and how long will it be b4 applause, praise?

long and lost day–  Count dow: June, April, May.

Stay, go, I don’t know.  elicit Self complicit, hope

fortune pays the writer a visit, made 2B a fighter in

digits.  containing plights to a picket, they hold my

rights to the rigid– blood boils at frigid, what do I

continue2?  No more clocks, or obligation shocks..