Saturday, June 28, 2008

What Lies Within - Sporadic Consciousness of a Man Trying to Write Poetry When His Mind Won't Participate.

Iron sides
The grin and bear it approach


Slickly sleepy
Sickly creepy
Paint the windows
Taint the pillows
Ranting raving
Panting paving
All the way to
Weeping willows
Who knows?
You sow
What you reap
And you keep
On my street
Rather well
at

 I'm bad at vulnerability     I like to tie off places  Where mess might hide Might wander in to introduce themself Until I'm all kn...

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