midday
She sulked like waxMy glistening thoughts
betrayed the sllhouette
which ,
prior to dusk ,
I had cast.
Her pining
dwindled
Rekindled,
she anticipated novelty.
Prior to sunrise
unpinned hopes
one can feel
such a complete shit
in broad daylight
midday
She sulked like waxloanslanger commented on midday
07-24-2009
07/24/2009
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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