NaPoWriMo day 29

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.


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