i know nothing...


Masticated Life

As things crumble away we
Become au fait to life.

Knowing now how to build
With the sand in my hands
Brings me grains of hope.

We all can renew ourselves.

Ah well...
Pass me the elastic mastic
So I can gum myself to stick
To the crumble I hear rumble
All around me.
Pass it to me quick
Don't fumble amongst the fingers
I want to fix the glue quite soon
Then rest.

We become au fait and best.






Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-10-26 at 04:53

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NicholasG
Better to be au fait than soup au lait or fleur de pot!
Elastic mastic makes me drastically spastic while the new
glue cures what I hope will endure...by gum
Un huh, woontcha know it.
Sunday and it's fish again!
N
2009-10-26