lost love songs of
latent poets
you’ve unfolded me
again
come to stare at crease and corner
dog-eared rhyme
lackadaisical time
i prefer the darkness
of your pocket
heart bent and burnished
where i learn all your secrets
by the pattern of
rest race pound melt skip
and you beat me
with your silence
drowning out everything
but the crinkle velvet sound
of worn words rubbing up
against lint and line
torn tattered loyalty
habit defined
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April 21st, 2013 at 11:33 am
Simply exquisite.
April 21st, 2013 at 12:50 pm
Awesome abstract!
April 21st, 2013 at 4:54 pm
wonderful – even the title alone was enough for me.
April 21st, 2013 at 6:20 pm
torn tattered loyalty.
i like that.
April 22nd, 2013 at 11:25 am
Your words have the ability to stir my soul, always a pleasure to visit here.
April 22nd, 2013 at 5:13 pm
you beat me with your silence. that line. so many meanings, and all true.
a wonderful piece. (again.)