Looking for a layman with love on the lips
Who’s looking for lyrics to unlock a heart
Seeking suicidal saint to paint pages instead of walls
Your mind makes prettier prose than splatter patterns
Searching for oppressed minority who’d like to release rage, be the voice of an age, and further the placement of your people
Query for queers articulating fears, abhorring hate, demanding acceptance to date who you date
Must:
-Have respect for language
-Disrespect boundaries
-Eat Bacon
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Thank you Ann Lauterbach for contributing your exercise to The Practice of Poetry
I’ve kind of fallen behind NaPoWriMo which I find pathetic. What sort of existence cannot produce even three lines a day of joy, excitement, fear, frustration, et cetera?
I’ve got 4 drafts but none I feel are worth sharing yet
