Sunday, September 29, 2013

Deckled Walls

Sometimes I get pissed.
Then I'm reminded.
There once was a time 
monsters had no clear edges.
And bound in a instant.

People had heard of a boy 
with chopped hands.
His awards for penmanship.
Dexterous toes 
building deckled walls.
Stacked journals that study to the ceiling.


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