Dark Poetry #4 |
ode to the quiet pyscho |
sampo Member
since 2007-02-25
Posts 54oz |
ode to the quiet psycho. men who spray their lungs across a green esplanade and fall down steps to taste corners of pavement - they carry my portrait in their faces. men who burrow into bunkers, toxic-eyed and ivory-veined; men that speak omelette down the toilet; men like these mumble - 'what master tethered me to this round kennel?' as i do. |
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dwgpoet Member
since 2007-03-05
Posts 122FL, USA |
hello sampo, I allegro, in my memories, these occurred in me, Now I preach and talk, after years detoxed, 16 years stayed clean, sobriety seen, Appreciating, your poem, everything. Asta, dwgpoet copyright dwgpoet 2007 |
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