Okay, here's the deal. I realized that it's not as much fun as it sounds to write poems with arbitrarily decided lengths or structures. Instead, my new policy, which may only last this week, is to write bad poems as quickly as possible. This first installment only took about 5 minutes. Also, it happens to be exactly 45 words, but that wasn't planned.
A Shot In The Dark
by Schuyler
When a blue spark jumps
Across the long divide between
A finger
And the door knob
A million tiny hands
All strain for something they'll never reach
And grasp at nothing
And then
Each hand one by one
Evaporates
Before you can even say ouch.
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