The spike of ignorance
Spikes of ignorance
gently impales soft flesh,
crucifies high above
whatever.
Draped in pretension,
– self-centered beliefs
in leprechaun fashion –
you move in an acid light,
never daring to dance.
Whoever said: "Truth is entertainment"
an expression bound
to the reptile.
Night folds dark space
into neat packages of darkness.
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2011-05-27 at 20:55
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