DrewTM wrote...
"Ok, here is the plan. I am going to seed a poem, and you will each add 3 lines, rearranging the whole thing as you wish. You should all do it, all seven of you, and then it will be full grown, and we can title it, depending on what it's about. Post each expansion as a new post, and feel free to post other stuff in the meantime--this doesn't have to monopolize the blog. Here it goes..."
The lead-beast traipses through the marsh and would
magnetize its steel throated tunnel of a mind
to screaming lakes of necessary vacuum
So I follow my feet and they still lead
my mind to another place and time.
Wood is made of mud.
Labels: Dalia
9/09/2007 03:21:00 PM