31.8.10

King of the Snipers

Sometimes,
I find my poetry is weakening,
like those non-brand name paper towels,
when I watch commercials.

And other times,
I wish I wrote more prose.
But I know, for a fact I promise you,
that if I ever did, I would conceal it,
like those moths from the industrial
revolution.

I've been waiting a while,
thinking about the poetry
I have written,
and my style, or whether
or not I even have a style.

Sometimes, I think I have flair.
Most times, I think I have fallen.


~Hammeh

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