Snake skinned
I turn to notice
My skin is snake
Active sins linger
Try and be a saint
Trapping myself again wicked
I was doing great
Forbidden sweet extract
Tempts the devil will say
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.
jceclipse’s Poems (3)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Without | 1 | 06/01/2009 |
| Snake skinned | 0 | 06/01/2009 |
| Inside | 2 | 06/01/2009 |
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