Ears half with the sharp fragments of cheers
And half in the silent panic of water.
Nose burning with chlorine
And eyes stinging in kind
As others torpedo past
I race for last.
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Anarchy
PoetryAnarchy. A swirl of topics: emotions, allusions to history, social issues... And somewhere in the maelstrom comes forth rhymes and prose. Note: If you can't be bothered to read all the poems (quite understandably), I've starred the better ones.
