Ant
I have no difficultyWith how you sound to me.
Do you want me to sing
Of ants being astride other
Sides of streets
Denting dainty drums?
It is such a bore
You do not get
My semophores.
Even parsimoniously.
But then I'm singing
Into the wildness of breezes-
So contrary words are
Thrown windward apparantly
Haphazardly and tuneless.
You may think I sound bad-
Perhaps you might take flight.
I'm talking to you ant...
And another who is allegedly bigger.
There is the difficulty.
Poetry by jenks
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Written on 2011-06-28 at 00:52
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