(for Elizabeth)
Words can’t be arrested,
Go at you- rock’em sock’ em robots.
Spill your evil, sweet, piñata guts.
On your knees! Come out a winner.
Note: Poem #17 of 31, donate to the my poetry marathon, a benefit for Tupelo Press:
http://tupelopress.wordpress.com/3030-project/
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