For Robbie

[B. Callaghan]

Penitent

The Play, unwritten

compy Tition --

cold. A corpse dead

Before it ever breathed!

and what happened to all the beautiful words?

the languid phrases which would

(if not gush), at least flow

from one character's mouth to another?

perhaps to the point where you could spot

tonsils?

another time, I tell myself.

But I know

I know in my heart of hearts

ROBBIE WOULD NEVER LET ME WIN

because

I GO OVER THE LIMIT !!!!!


tA!~ uND aIR kISSES

Bettina

[OCTAVIAN RUTTLE]

Post by B. Callaghan
Penitent
The Play, unwritten
compy Tition --
cold. A corpse dead
Before it ever breathed!
and what happened to all the beautiful words?
the languid phrases which would
(if not gush), at least flow
from one character's mouth to another?
perhaps to the point where you could spot
tonsils?
another time, I tell myself.
But I know
I know in my heart of hearts
ROBBIE WOULD NEVER LET ME WIN
because

Oh I don't know...

ROBBIE

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