Plough Follow Fallow

Why when the straight line we must never
Cross do doodles on the floor
Widen yawns to me?
In key with snakes alive I must
Decorate with undulating laces...
That dislocate beauty for hunger-
That yaws in my face quite tired.

Do not ask the questions of me...
Why wait to pity ourselves?
I cannot hold the answers in my mouths
Asping for air.

It is a mere human greed
At work unchecked I softly suspect...
If rich I am tomorrow must I become
The piper with the viper licking air?

Point me to my freedom.
Let me cross my own blurred lines.











Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-05-10 at 03:32

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