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Shakespeare's Monkeys

Infinite Monkeys. Infinite Typewriters.

More in Release the Hounds

exorcise

Draft
so we rage
against sin
and the slow

torture of words
slipping between
the blinds

a shadow jail
against the wall
behind me

so we rage
against hope
and the fast

of words
slipping through
the stomach

a shadow meal
against my bowls
and dreams
Alcuin of York - on Nov. 13 2007

Different than your usual writes. Like Kat, you's "Mirrors", this is just perfectly mysterious. Not so obscure that I couldn't figure out what the @#$%&* you're saying; and not too obvious. These are the kind of poems I like - kind of like an Easter egg hunt where they aren't too hard or too impossible to find.

I also liked the repeated format of the two halves, the sparse delivery, and also the message.

Alcuin


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