April 14, 2012 § 4 Comments
what’s the come clean of it
these days when everything
everywhere is being captured
live and everyone everywhere
knows everything all the time
except that one thing
Tagged: poems, poetry month, writer's life
Big big keeper poem here
Big. Brother. (Is.) Reel.
if only big brother was real
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