Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2014
Within creased paper lie binded souls
Firmly held within my clutch ,
Ideology hemorrhaging as non-opposables only bend so much.
Thirsty i reached for a swig of your cupย 
Open palmedย 
This vessel mishandledย 
the contents soaked through bedrock
Its remains a drink for the decrepit.
joe perez
Written by
joe perez  orlando, fl
(orlando, fl)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems