If your poems wore clothes

[butters]

no clowns? clowns are creepy

my tumbling fools *nods*
creepy indeed

 

[annaswirls]

I saw your poem yesterday
dressed in it's finest Fresnel lens
you let me see right through
until you turned there, left
on the square into the coffee shop

I saw your poem yesterday
crochet shoulders my fingers
slipped right through

 

[vrosej10]

They'd wear trench coats with nothing underneath, which would be opened at inappropriate moments.