Loan 08/11/2011
There's a devil inside who whispers you are left with nothing, neither a kiss nor a fish. And then he cackles; You have been denied the entwining of a gurgling little fist But you have been gifted the fumes of a love blackened crisp. An angel stands outside, unwilling to knock You have nothing? He laughs.He mocks. Now, now, keep it safe under a lock, You must know it is loaned from God's own stock. Comments Your comment will be posted after it is approved. Leave a Reply | DisclaimerThis is where I will be fanciful, silly, unembarrassed, gushy, mushy, maudlin, giggly, and perhaps rarely, wise. I claim to be neither a poet nor a translator but here you might find me doing both -- writing poetry and translating all that I love. I claim neither to beauty of prose nor to wisdom of thought. I claim neither to originality nor to brilliance. I claim neither to appeal nor to sense. What I do claim to is this space -- endless space, mine and mine alone. To indulge. ArchivesJanuary 2012 |
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