tell the pangolins I won’t stop dance-shitting on their swamp, their last nature-reserves of patience. mine is love as grave as entombment.
the heart’s flights of fancy
consist of way more a s s
than q u e u e.
why else is it called
#SingPoWriMo2015Day01 | #SingPoWriMoDay01
Write a poem featuring the year 2065.
* Bonus 1: Use the words: queue, dance, grave, swamp, arrest, love
* Bonus 2: Write the poem as a liwuli or one of its formal variants