there isn’t a line on you i’d ever change.
perhaps i put you in a box.
perhaps i have wrought too much in your image,
perhaps each cast is warped with failure,
knit with idiot needlebone.
perhaps i have picked my own hands away in them
but there is not a line on you i would ever change.
July 1, 2008...4:03 pm
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July 2, 2008 at 3:02 am
I really like this one :)
July 4, 2008 at 12:17 pm
Darren,
I love this poem. I felt a lot of emotion i never got from your poems before. I different kind of emotion. It is definatly different, with that change is good.
July 5, 2008 at 7:09 am
i also like this
what amanda says about emotion is true; there is something here that isn’t in most of your others
which is not a bad thing by any means
to me
they are different animals
different continents
what i am saying here is you can stride around styles with ease,
i suppose.
July 25, 2008 at 9:26 pm
this is a really great, really quiiiiiet darren poem. crank up all that feedback, i’ll eat this stuff with spoons.