Today’s prompt is the ‘Twenty Little Poetry Projects’. I think I covered all twenty here, but I’m not sure it makes much sense.
Knives strike at my ears
Heads will explode at three o’clock
The taste of the air is heavy.
As Descartes said in Stockholm,
Cognito ergo sum.
Thinking is the past time of fools
For brief moments lost to thought,
Will be bitter comfort at the end.
The hysterical laughter of failure
Is rather more historical than that.
For exam papers cause sun burn
And flutegirl flies away.
And in flying failure leaves
And the wind will whisper.
But the knives fall through the sky.