"nuiscances" poems
Come now, spill your secrets
on this slowly rising floor
paint me in your misdeeds
for I am craving new colors
flickering eyes expose fresh
hesitancy that lingers clearly
upon untasted tongue
that (despairingly) longs for freedom
unfurl cold nuiscances
they hold no power here
come, proclaim your hidden inquiries
while we’ll decorate these steel walls
in our variegated offences
Dec 26, 2012
Dec 26, 2012 at 11:02 PM UTC