Open Poetry #28 |
Alone in thought |
Michael G Senior Member
since 2000-06-25
Posts 579Nashville |
dirt in the form of beauty released from the anger of two second interlude laid out across the road. laughter, intense in its form that masks the daily grind of metal attacking the process of thinking. "come to me", was the silent explanation torn between lust and dirty little secrets we keep. scraping my knees on the floors of indulgence, the sweat smell of roses attack me, laying me out. quick wonderment, for a moments breath of life that no longer can concern my daily rituals. I am free of nothing, though freedom does come wanting its due, its payment of nothing grand. its become a joke, that I find absolute poverty to be richer than anything I have worked for. that in the hills beside the hollows, maybe they have always understood the meanings of it all. and here I am, laid out for all to see and spit on, in some strange way we have found loneliness to be private, and privacy a thing to be destroyed. |
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