| johnsu01 ( @ 2009-04-27 23:57:00 |
| Current location: | 02144 |
| Entry tags: | 2009, draft, napowrimo, poem |
Napowrimo #20
backwards he has a cadence
coughed of crystalline
a specimen
so hardscrabble he's
wicked impossible —
no leaking,
just granite scratches
and specks of lunacy
lining his pockets,
veins jingling like
pennies nascent in
piggybanks.
(From another prompt.)