not good with numbers us apes are we?


Numbers

Taut knuckles and hair were bound
To your unknown home which
Forced your face to the sad
Banana shape
As you recited
Eleven to twelve.

If only you were counting.





Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-01-22 at 05:25

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Your poem makes me smile, and think again, read it again. Brilliant.
2009-01-22