Creases

I remember the stall...
There are no giants in this world quite honestly.
Let me inspect the wondrous
Creases of aquirement silently..

Why do I need my slide-rule?

The snake that circles ankles
Is as big as it might be...
Yet holds no power eventually...
Asps gasp when throttled thoroughly
And our morals are played and remain.


Morals and empathy
A glass of wine
Ears of time...

Used truthfully.

I have to smile quite sweet.
The glower is not sour
Do you see
How I feck all?














Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-06-14 at 00:47

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Rob Graber
Nobody has needed a "feckless" slide rule since like 1970! Enjoyed the write, Linda!
2011-06-14