Your hollow deception
Insults me and mine
And the source of our creation
pointed
gasping
poignant
belly-rolling
laughter
It's the commonality
Of our temporary humanity
Yours is tinny
The nature of a vast hollow,
Descriptive of a false comedy
Snakes of dust
That undermine and undercut
The words we roar
The worlds we wish for
Laughter is -
A thing so beautiful
A thing so temperamental
L'enfant terible
Whose cause is magical
And essence elemental.
Your suffocating dust
Sparkles under leaden lights
As if in all this unpleasantry
You could turn a heart's cartwheel
Into a thing kin to
A hamster's wheel
As least you're trying real hard to
^
fucking
5/1/13
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Typed Word Series
PoetryWords connect all of us. Through laughter, memories, or ridiculous melancholy, we are what we say and what we write. TWS differs from WWS in form only. These are poems longer than 7 lines, allowing a little more freedom in exploring themes and more...
