Sep 19, 2009, 11:00
http://www.photoshow.com/watch/PV2tB2KS
The poem at the beginning is supposed to be this. The damn on-line program makes an error replacing the first image with another. I don't know why.
Progress Report
Ankle still not right
the discomfort comes and goes
it was careless of me
but such complaints are silent
until they reach outrage
and then they have to be
blamed on somebody.
I still get out
into the world of
torpid speech,
complaints adequately
reserved. I describe
who I think I am
and what the world looks like,
casting the words away.
The poem at the beginning is supposed to be this. The damn on-line program makes an error replacing the first image with another. I don't know why.
Progress Report
Ankle still not right
the discomfort comes and goes
it was careless of me
but such complaints are silent
until they reach outrage
and then they have to be
blamed on somebody.
I still get out
into the world of
torpid speech,
complaints adequately
reserved. I describe
who I think I am
and what the world looks like,
casting the words away.