The fever lasted for hours
and dawn came
its reality is beautiful
for such lofty goals
noble in false fantasy
teasing at depth
thrown folder paperless
returned bullied off grounds
native speaking restraining dread
foreign language
get off my property
but thanks for attention
oh-- clean cut
not given the time of day
to take down future generations
who wants to be a millionaire?
harbor scar in heart
noble goal-like hypocrisy
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
That was quite a fever children. Teach me something!
This poem should have more meaning than I intended. If it doesn't than it has less.
Post a Comment