2006 ARWZ Poetry Contest Winner


A November, Disjointed by David Poore

A November, disjointed.
A clock without hands keeps time without seconds—
Moments crawl by like bubbles in a vat of molasses,
'Till they break through the surface with sighs of ecstasy
And die a quick death in the morning air—
Ah, Ah, Ah
A door opens, shuts.
A breeze whispers softly and disintegrates.
We're in a vacuum filled with air.
We die with our pens scrawling scribbles on a page,
Our breaths sighs of boredom—
Ah, Ah, Ah


David Poore is currently a student working toward a degree in Creative Writing. He has previously published his poetry on a number of websites.