Not a Poem: 30th August 2013

It’s official. Now, all poets are dead.
What are you doing here, chewing the end of your pen?
What do you think you’re doing?
I’m stumbling over stones.
I’m trying to climb to the top of the mountain,
Without the mountain.

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