After all
My digging
& burying,

This blog is
The Elephant
Graveyard
Of my work.

—

Unsightly Dead
Carcasses of my
Bad poetry as
——Far———-
—As the eyes–
———Can see!

—-

If we’re lucky,

P-her-hap[tic]s

By some
[key]stroke
of miracle,

A little budding
poem Will rise
from these Ashes,

peak her Head out
My wreckage &
Light us All a Gay.