Poetry. By me. Many of the poems are dark in nature, but not all. Enjoy.
Wednesday, May 20, 2015
Taut
Matter, solvent bit of space; a
Sinew's taunting whisper-snap, it
Groans and bent, attacks him.
Lashes angrily along and burns
Drops cuff-links jangling poetry,
A mess upon the ground.
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