The spike of ignorance


The spike of ignorance
gently runs into your soft flesh,
crucified high on the hills
of what ever.

Draped in pretension
and self-centered beliefs
in leprechaun illusions
you dance in acid light
never daring to step back.

Whoever said truth was entertainment?
That expression is bound
within the circles of simplicity?

Night folds dark space
into neat packages of darkness.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2007-02-22 at 19:39

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Karen Canning
you are a master with the dark words Bob, I read your poems and they merge and mingle with my mind thoughts, again another brilliant piece

huggs
karenxx
2007-03-10