Tasting The Belief

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
taken from my book, "And Now It's Time For A Lift-Off!"

Submitted: January 31, 2013

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Submitted: January 31, 2013



Tasting The Belief


She stared like a bubble in thee air

And pealed away just like the rain

A sad piano fell in a rush hour

The traffic made me sound

Like a corny old mad man

Just sipping on his bottle of drank

Little do they know it is not alcohol

And that I am only insane

If swallowers of the mind know anything

Then whatever happens will be

As the size of my eyes

Grow larger and wide

I spill at times of growth

Thee hesitant believers in chaos

Just outwind the thoughts

That I don't care to think of for myself

As a misfortune stands alone in battle

I only know the monster is me

When I face thee ocean for salt and dust

Nothing like an "extra! extra!"

Heard by me ears this time

I am sitting with a pen again

And I am not even dead

Won't be for a while

The pasted glued on pieces

Of my pictured reality have emerged

Now I'll be a shadow of repeated

Subsequent junkies

That battle what's left of glimpses of heat

To a cold man, such as I


01-30-'13 #2

D. L. Cannon

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