The polished tines of my fork
when dragged across skin leave
three cool lines
The polished tines of my fork
when dragged across skin leave
three cool lines
Last edited by Bloggsworth; October 30th, 2012 at 04:10 PM.
A man in possession of a wooden spoon must be in want of a pot to stir.
Poetry is too hard.
I should have just been
a brain surgeon instead.
When will children learn to let their wildernesses burn?
And love will be new, never cold and vacant.
Why must you miss
What is obviously true?
We both live inside me and you.
Sleep is for the weak, or sleep is for a week.
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I write about anime and internet culture at Hidden Content
Startled thoughts
are lost like marbles
rolled beneath the bed.
Last edited by Fats Velvet; October 30th, 2012 at 08:27 PM.
Aim low, hit high. Surprise.
Modern constructs
all superimposed over ecotones.
No surprise when waters rise to claim the zone.
The Difference in Decades
When I was ten years young playing with toy guns
I never I thought a nice birthday gift would be a cowboy hat and a robe
But now, I'm 30 years old.
Keep it up.
Aim low, hit high. Surprise.
The elk lives up in the North
No wonder he gets a bad cough
Gets tetchy and sometimes sounds gruff
Hidden Content
A whole swathe of entertainment, all sorts of lengths, all sorts of stories, all with that 'Olly' twist.
Over.
They were right in the middle,
and yet she reached over to pick up the phone.
She’s right, that widow all alone.
His snoring used to make me groan
But I'll miss it when his life has flown.
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