Thursday, April 5, 2012
Poems seek a home
When the bent mind has nowhere to go,
it begs a soliloquy.
Words, peripheral cacophany, hatched voices,
I’ve never seen such beautiful eyes
, he says.
You’ve never seen someone this sad
, says she.
There's no inspiration formulae
The moon is paper boating at sea.
A silent annoyance.
Life forges a fist, servant to seasons.
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