Flaws And All
Now is your chance to get the hell out of here.
No sense moving on
if you grimace at the first half
of the first line.
Somewhere, near a blackened bridge
hoist that stinks of ocean trash
and gutted fish, we see a pool of corrupted
sea foam in the sand.
We are repelled by the sight
and take the long way around.
We run faster down the beach
towards the white sand and
blue water.
We are fickle
in our awe.
We are typical
in our flaws.
We demand beauty
from everything.
RoseFromARose commented on Flaws And All
09-03-2010
Giggle commented on Flaws And All
09-22-2009
GunnersDaughter commented on Flaws And All
09-19-2009
sin commented on Flaws And All
09-19-2009
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| The Air We Breathed | 5 | 09/19/2009 |
| Forgive Me, Earth | 4 | 09/19/2009 |
| Flaws And All | 4 | 09/19/2009 |
| Stranded | 1 | 09/17/2009 |
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