March 28, 2016Flash, Poem, Poet, Poetry, The Daily Writ, Uncategorized Leave a comment “C” Poetry is the C of the English language That sophisticate programmable Is only able to see It if it is in control Of itself And therefore it Is about to Be Incarcerated in A looking-glass war with The final cut of all things good That is, the end of all Time. Copyright B E Saunders 2016 Share this:TwitterFacebookPrintLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading...