666poetry-not - ms finch's blog

My initial reaction to finchy’s work was not positive. I thought that she is a prose writer and maybe poetry is not her thing. But I have read her almost every poem on this board. I think this is one of her better work.

Tuesday, November 16, 2004

latenite nonthing some times i gotta sleep

so this late doesn't improve just gets later
hand forget how to spell words

mind a race against minst mean meant meat


is it any wonder the mind gets so confused
Posted by 666poetry-finchnot at 11/16/2004 01:57:00 am
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