walks with me like a faithful friend.
speaks in tongues of profanity
pouring (from my lips) without end.
I walk on with hope to transcend
today's poetic exertion is called a rondelet...and yes, once again i find myself toying with a poetic form that involves repetition...
update (06/14/2013): upon review of this poem and the poetic form, i have realized an error in the fifth line; it originally had five syllables instead of the intended eight. to correct this, i have added an additional three syllables; they can be found within the parentheses, which will remain as an entity of the poems construction (i.e. i like the look of the parentheses).