2006 ARWZ Poetry Contest Winner

A November, Disjointed by David Poore

A November, disjointed.
A clock without hands keeps time without secondsó
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 airó
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 boredomó
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.