May 2014
true poetry is of such nature
that every
single
letter
hurts
blood has to spill
from tongue
and lips
it grips you
by the nerves
hits
you
so
hard
that any other thing will be
just something else.
that every
single
letter
hurts
blood has to spill
from tongue
and lips
it grips you
by the nerves
hits
you
so
hard
that any other thing will be
just something else.
Raise your glasses, my poetry friends.
Here's to infinite needlessness!
Here's to infinite needlessness!
