so many sterile tools

so many sterile tools
sharpened and ready to fly
around the living theater
somewhere in the jungle

some say it was the mescaline
others maintain that order
laid out in infinity
led to the break down




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2014-05-02 at 22:49

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Nice poem. Brevity truly is the mother of wit.
2014-05-05



your second stanza is powerful! Great writing.
2014-05-03