An everyday poem

The rain hits the ground like meteors outside

altering the world beyond recognition.

And we discuss literature in my room.


I have studied your faces so many times before.

David have cut his hair since the last time,
and Emma has an almost nonexisting pimple on her cheek.

Josef K. died like a dog

and I throw longing eyes through the window,

wanting them to hit the ground

and alter the world

just a little.



Poetry by acupoftea
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Written on 2010-05-12 at 13:25

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shells
I enjoyed this observational poem, great line "and I throw longing eyes through the window." Welcome to The Bay, I don't think I've seen you round before.
2010-05-13