Open Poetry #30 |
Ceiling |
DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
Why do I look at women and think sex What I can't I see What can’t I understand Why must my eyes be upward cast What do I stammer when I ask I sit on the floor Unyielding And hammer on my bin can Yet again My ceiling |
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