Day 4:

Shaking hands grip a lens
in attempts to conceal regret for
ever even trying
Blurred
Unbalanced
In a sense, not happening.
Standing in the rain
framing an illusion
This is another poem about 2 a.m.
Clutching an irreversible desire
to make something of nothing
Jesus Christ, will this be
every night?



From www.notwithoutpoetry.wordpress.com:



Grab a book of poetry. Try not to be too picky. From the last line of the first poem, take a word or phrase and write it down. Now, from the first line of the last poem, take a word or phrase and write it down. Now, from a random line from a random poem somewhere in between the first and the last poems, take a word or phrase and write it down. With those three words or phrases, and this picture, write.

Note: The borrowed lines are from Bukowski's "the night torn mad with footsteps".