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have I been here before, the variations of anywhere framing the limits of waking within a wretched humility? am I become one of the blown boys, those dear, dear boys and their desolate, punctual, martyrdom, or a resolute extra in a post-mortem smack fug at ease to fester with my wounded, skyward muttering, where even fake flowers offer injury? I easily shaken by bleary imaginings as obdurate as a politicians dancing lips which, if they are moving, must be lying, rather crave the ocean's incoherent, uncorked, yawn its contorted salutation an easy answer to the hardest ask
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Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 1:14 PM UTC
confusion
have I been here before, the variations of anywhere framing the limits of waking within a wretched humility? am I become one of the blown boys, those dear, dear boys and their desolate, punctual, martyrdom, or a resolute extra in a post-mortem smack fug at ease to fester with my wounded, skyward muttering, where even fake flowers offer injury? I easily shaken by bleary imaginings as obdurate as a politicians dancing lips which, if they are moving, must be lying, rather crave the ocean's incoherent, uncorked, yawn its contorted salutation an easy answer to the hardest ask
I had a conversation, one that decorum suggests I shouldn't have, and I was left as if crumpled and dumped on the kerbside
paul-sands
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Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 1:14 PM UTC
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