Limbo
Change, they say is constant.
The state of limbo is even more constant--
It stuck like a gun, ready to explode
in your mouth.
Every minute
You are on "tinterhooks."
Limbo
Change, they say is constant.
The state of limbo is even more constant--
It stuck like a gun, ready to explode
in your mouth.
Every minute
You are on "tinterhooks."
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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Humility | 0 | 08/18/2009 |
Life is where I am sitting Now | 1 | 08/18/2009 |
Limbo | 0 | 08/18/2009 |
Life and Death Make Sense | 0 | 08/18/2009 |
Take A Break | 0 | 08/17/2009 |
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