Retrograde

Twenty eight damn words isn’t poemin’, it’s sloganeering at best. I’ll be your fortune cookie. But politics have stepped all over 30 in April, and there you go…so.

Day 12 NaPoWriMo April 2013

Retrograde

Who/What
programmed
last night / early morning
perpetrated fraud

a
drift/ grift
of
dream/ scheme
suggesting

I’m

but
a
satellite
of
contingency

a
moon
too
soon
in
orbit

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