Icarus's blog: "Just South of Blue."

I built a hill of the tiny letters I never sent.
Orphan script on brittle crumpled wads.
Sheets. Reems. Rolls. Scribbles. Doodles.
Shreds.

A sonnet, a couplet, a dirty limerick.
A plea.

More of what not to say
of who to pretend
of how not to feel
of precious words tumbling down a bin.