Open Poetry #39 |
a one sided phone call |
themute Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 469Maryland |
Taking words; thou givith so many, foul and traced; I must be leaving. To come thither again, my trust Reviled. Yet simple charges; thou would change my faces. So now between the syllables, incessant, are lambasting My ears that, grounded, resonate with your throngs; Sumptuousness belied for approximate situations. Vibrancy on a tune, electricity upon waves, expressing: Lasted notation; spoken words to converse our dream notions, Freed. Grievance, a phone-call-holler, A meaningless ramble: long, contrived, heartless, Narrative. I am the two-toed wanderer [This message has been edited by themute (12-02-2006 12:29 PM).] |
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