Singed Sanity
Standing stilland smiling,
I can pretend to
plight your pity.
Feeding forced forgeries
between this threat,
I regret what happens next.
I shake your shameful hand.
Don't dare dream
that this isn't dramatic.
I still hate you.
Singed Sanity
Standing stillHarverTomsson commented on Singed Sanity
08-04-2012
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.
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