You revealed words
like an exotic dancer
exposing flesh.
You uncovered mysteries
like a flasher in
the moonlight.
But men were fat
and farsighted in those days,
the women common
and complacent.
Bright words fell flat
over ages,
while we ignored them.
Like pangs
from dreaming,
silent screams
translated to
distraction.
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sorry this was so late. i forgot again. i really hate this poem. but i am glad i wrote it down.
ReplyDeleteI don't hate this poem. I dig it. There's something there that the first couple of reads started to uncover, and it makes me want to read it a few more times. Something about the honest cynicism mixed with apology and remorse for mankind... I like this one.
ReplyDeletecool. thanks man.
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