PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Was it a mirage of innocence 
in the age of push ups of a 
violent surrealism? 
I was wary of the repeat 
acid horrors. They come back 
again and again. 

I want to get an abili by 
sitting between the sunset 
and moonrise. The wounds- 
refuse to heal up and I 
will not lament the disfigurement 
of a verse by scars. 

I want to say I like you yet 
I will not be able to tell- 
for want of a book 
which remained incomplete within 
its mask and pronounced words 
as soft as feathers.