"clingingly" poems
If Sneezes were Horses, then Beggars Would…Sneeze, Probably
O man – what art thou? Thou’rt not mighty
Clingingly pathetically to a Kleenex box
Instead of wielding a conqueror’s sword
Lifting patent medicines, not wine, to thy lips
Thy sneezing and wheezing will not win thee worlds
The book unread though open in thy lap
Thy darked-orbed eyes unseeing and unseen
Thy wretched, reddened nose – all is despair
And snot that runs in foul, polluted streams
O man – thou art little more than Nyquil-dreams!
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 5:16 PM UTC
Cobwebs lined up around me
Asleep, in a coma
In a trance within my cocoon
Dead to the world,
It sees only my skin
And assumes there's life within
I move achingly
Fighting against the bond
Every string clingingly drops by
I move, freer now, freer than ever
Every second, breaking through
Every moment brand new.
Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 4:32 AM UTC