It is destruction that has collapsed
Sure it should seem rather redundant
But it was not as it should be
For there were no golden melodies
No silent tigers awaiting at the margin
Long arching stems of tropical plants
Waving ever so slightly in afternoon rain
Slipping noiselessly down the bank
Of misunderstood’s miss-planned and misspent
Margins gone away.
Tag: margin
The Modern Typist (day 790)
It is your unceasing soul
Your desire to punctuate my
Cream colored white
With apostro-iphic delight
Left justifying my
Unruly letter – one inch margin
And standard Calibri
My 10 point font
Words, you keep saying
Is making love to a typewriter
Punctual, emphasized
Wet ribbon and mechanical
