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Open Poetry #49

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Michael G
Senior Member

since 2000-06-25

Posts 579
Nashville

0 posted 2016-08-01 11:59 PM

Some would say I have walked
From the best of all, from
My own worth. Speak about
It in rhythms you fear,
Lust you hold close,
Dangers you flail at. Spark
The last answer to a
Principled past. Forever
Drown out my tears you
Have never understood,
Though clearly you speak
As you are some critic.
Some would say false truths,
Whole lies, and worthless
Crap to tempt to expose.
Failing this, they warp
To a near tune, ones inside
Of their minds, disavow
All manner humanity. I
Creep, slather, loathe or
Merely detest the test.
Somehow I still play, Still
Swallow the dirt, allowing
The pain to endure. The
Last good fool, is asleep.

Ari Squire
Member
Posts 488
In The Phallus Lane

1 posted 2016-08-02 01:38 AM

In sorting it all out, I find the last line is indeed the sum of it all.

Loving Linny Jean is poetry.

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