SURVIVE SURPRISES

Is it the fear
of dying penting up, don't know
I can't resist

restlessness of moth
at light is me:
stains of non-being

I can't relocate
despite dreams and
life dragging on

with quaint wings of
fleshless flies and strange echoes
wincing and cringing

day and night haunt
conceal shy tears
survive surprises



Poetry by R.K.Singh
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Written on 2005-09-17 at 07:53

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Commentally Ill
oooooohhhhhhh (cuz that's how we start our songs around here, ahem, excuse me for interrupting me, me... now go ahead)

oooooohhhhhhh
surprise surprise
to spark your eyes
to make you dance and sing
(ring a ling-bring-bring)
have more fear dear
it's right here so
load your plate
with things like
moths and hate
and then you masticate
oohhhhhhhhhh
we miss your little words
lined up like pretty turds
(forgive me, but it rhymed)
ooohhhhhhh
i had to use that line!!
and now i've made you mad
i'll go away, be sad
but i sang you my song
(admit it-you loved it all along!)


2005-09-17