Nobody comes
To read a poem
Or a good story.
Nobody comes
To read a hope
Or even a truth
Because
Nobody seems
To care unless
It's filled with
Sex and steam
And everything
Dirty and gritty
Nakedness, skin
And clothing that
Is so thin, tactless
Because
Nobody comes
To read an art
Or a good tale
Nobody comes
To read a simple
Poem or story.
YOU ARE READING
In-Motion
PuisiLife is a mess, yet an intricate tapestry. It isn't something to create or discover or anything marketable like that. It is merely to live and prone to change. Strange how sometimes the only thing we can bear to hear this news from is a poem.
