Capital q Poetry
Poetry from the fellow Trent Bellwood
3/4/13
Listening
I was laying
Beside a brightlight nightlight
Trying to sleep
Listening blue
Took to forsaking
Openly abating
Anything special
From the blue
But before the night
sputtered too
I was only hearing
Only blue
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