Wednesday, January 29, 2014

typewriter poem

I stand tall.
I stand proud.
I stand ready.
I stand my ground.
I stand down.
I am taking a stand.

I stand up.
I stand alone. 
I stand still.
I can’t stand it.
I stand corrected.
I am taking a stand.

I understand.

I stand out.
I stand here.
I stand firm.
I sit down to a shaving cream dessert.

Wringing my wiry mustachio,

I pretend-sip the empty teacup in my head.