i used to be like you. now i'm like me. and then some.
been some fun . with only
one sun and
one moon to run from
when the sky
is people
and all steeples
are non-flyers
we have priors
but know
porcelain and sea-foam.
been undone.
and
dead of Night
prone.
of no use
and no fun. on one lung.
for two
demons.
thems that be numb be numb ones and not none that feel some.
they feels none. and not one shuns but
some be done with one love. and then some...
then someone's
the next no one
and then
what ?
Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 6:47 PM UTC
i used to be like you. now i'm like me. and then some.
been some fun . with only
one sun and
one moon to run from
when the sky
is people
and all steeples
are non-flyers
we have priors
but know
porcelain and sea-foam.
been undone.
and
dead of Night
prone.
of no use
and no fun. on one lung.
for two
demons.
thems that be numb be numb ones and not none that feel some.
they feels none. and not one shuns but
some be done with one love. and then some...
then someone's
the next no one
and then
what ?
I have much more to say. This poem fell from a slow moving truck. I will revisit this title with greater depth and much more angst and hope. Dire hope. I feel it. This poem will morph into a monster in a matter of hours. You won't recognize it in the least.
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