troubles me I know I know
let it rest on your tongue
or somewhere closer
let it lie on your throat
and try to hear what
I might have said
in and around what
I actually said
taking more judicious measures
to remember certain pleasures
before I box them in
and shoot them full of holes
with my felonious smiles
1 comment:
:-) at the humor at the end of a serious poem here.
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