Today’s poem death notice

You wrote it
we read it
it’s now dead
we’ve moved on
take your lines
with you
we have forgotten
your dammed title.

To hell with you
and may you hang
from your lines
until the emotions
live no more.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, the poet forgotten...
gone so soon...so many poets are...much more quickly than they hope to be.

[Red Brick Keshner]

The poem's death threats are always new and numerous, the wanted dead or alive posters are up and about and yet like a weed it sprouts up again and again. The poet however does hang by that thread of interwoven lines like a promethean death cycle- there is something there however unintended. And titles, they're just horrible to work with. But that's just me.

[keith]

NOW THAT"S THE SEASONS SPIRIT !!!!!

i was having a krappy day but NOW !?!?

sometimes nonsense makes the most sense
enjoyed

[andrew mitchell]

Haha thanks Keith and that is all it is just nonsense.