not even tears of comfort
left spitting in the corneralways
in such a hurry that
exchanging fluids
was incidental
not even tears of comfort
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always
in such a hurry that
exchanging fluids
was incidental
always
in such a hurry that
exchanging fluids
was incidental
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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davidcircle’s Poems (18)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| not even tears of comfort | 0 | 11/28/2009 |
| when would you go? | 0 | 10/28/2009 |
| peppered love feast | 0 | 09/23/2009 |
| eagle smugness | 0 | 09/20/2009 |
| mixed- metaphor aftermath | 0 | 09/19/2009 |
| Bad habits take decade off life | 0 | 09/23/2009 |
| midday | 1 | 09/16/2009 |
| my friend the poe' | 1 | 06/08/2009 |
| compromise | 2 | 06/07/2009 |
| please don't insist | 0 | 06/06/2009 |
| hidden agenda | 0 | 12/05/2009 |
| saw you | 2 | 06/06/2009 |
| liberties | 2 | 09/13/2009 |
| carnivorous pack animal | 2 | 05/30/2009 |
| life span | 3 | 05/30/2009 |
| pent up | 2 | 09/12/2009 |
| I ,we | 0 | 06/01/2009 |
| GAPING WOUND | 2 | 05/25/2009 |
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