0.8 and a half

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

During Fellini, hence the slightly half-cocked title

An attack of innocence

Threatens the buffers of my ability;

To sing for all the past troubles

That make my today.

Living these days on my private,

Mathematical beach, I wonder occasionally

At whether even I can figure out the

Whereabouts of all my tiny friends.

The spider on the windowsill

Reflects my jealousy perfectly,

A permanent, silken residence within

My front.

These vignettes taste bitter, an

Incongruous “business”

With the bright tones of my

Anthems, ever eloquent and

Sympathetic to my

Bruised lines.

 

The walls absorb me,

Everyday I wake up smaller, and

Leave in search of triumph.


Submitted: April 22, 2012

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