BEAT POETRY PROJECT
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BEAT POETRY PROJECT
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In this coffee house
the donut mocks me.
A circle of life.
Bitten.
Where is death?
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Re: BEAT POETRY PROJECT
Death is within you
as it is
within the hole of the donut
Death is a marriage
we never divorce from
Death is food for Eternity's longevity,
we never stop chewing on it.
Last edited by dahlusion 05-07-2009 at 01:24:00 PM
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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.