10 poems by 5.
I can do that. Write like a
Rushed train, not some leisurely
Tourist trolley. No eaten
Folly. Scribbled before meeting–
Thin ideas done in film, molded
On desks by a stapled vest.
For making the day’s propeller
spin stupidly, these notes.
Break from stroll, stupidity
in rolls.

10/18/13