I tried for the rope of ignorance
to jettison seemly hope
but the four winds conspired
to drain any thought,
whose intention complexes
the placebos already prescribed.
My ex howlers on the phone
she's asking me to give it a rest.
Already I sense she's swallowed,
the part that cannot make amends.
The siphon of good sense
wears thin like a DJ's copy,
should I kneel down
whilst finding lost sense?
Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 4:23 PM UTC
I tried for the rope of ignorance
to jettison seemly hope
but the four winds conspired
to drain any thought,
whose intention complexes
the placebos already prescribed.
My ex howlers on the phone
she's asking me to give it a rest.
Already I sense she's swallowed,
the part that cannot make amends.
The siphon of good sense
wears thin like a DJ's copy,
should I kneel down
whilst finding lost sense?
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