- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Tunnel Vision
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begins
in focal origo of all.
A single point of if,
cue strike lineup in beautiful
perhaps
perhaps
perhaps
A tricep flex, impeccably balanced,
can set the inevitable column moving
towards impact and improbability
to trip the light fantastic once upon a dream over the hills and far away and back again the hills are alive with the sound of my name is Ishmael my name is my name is Slim Shady who stole Christmas before the nightmare before the nightmare the nightmare nightmare nightmare
It
ends
when his being
has devoured all perception
but a corona glittering at the edge
of vision, and there is no more air
inside to breathe.
- COMMENTS
TheRainManover 18 years agoForgot to sign in...I don't do the 'anonymous' thing.
Anonymousover 18 years agoThis is a very fine first poem here, and very original.
Let's see more, please.
