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A Birthday Poem
It rained on my birthday,
Showers of gifts
I felt gray,
All the thrift-stores were closed
It was a Sabbath,
My greeting card was set aflame
I made my wish,
The sky was all the cake I ate
The Southern Crux,
Was a cluster of candles
25 years of torture,
Atleast,today there were no paperplate cuts
It rained on my birthday,
The sky was baked
Showers of gifts
I felt gray,
All the thrift-stores were closed
It was a Sabbath,
My greeting card was set aflame
I made my wish,
The sky was all the cake I ate
The Southern Crux,
Was a cluster of candles
25 years of torture,
Atleast,today there were no paperplate cuts
It rained on my birthday,
The sky was baked
Published 8th Dec 2010
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10th Dec 2010 7:45pm
Just read first seven of your poems. Your command of words and how you
hook them together interests me. Confidant, assured, not afraid to
experiment; and, more importantly, not afraid of the kind of excess I
just happen to like.
I liked this poem especially*, am following you to see what happens,
should be interesting.
(*also Full Metal Jacket, Botulism)
14th Dec 2010 3:14pm
thanx for the keen interest in my writing.looking forward to reading your works too.thanx again for the support
31st Dec 2010 10:25am
