paying for directions about how to read
the topographical nothing inhabiting my neural membranes
nothing becomes something
or not
it's up to the wordsmiths in the world to decide
my fingers bleed from that old violin story
my eyes swim in the tears shed from pasts
pasts that are now presents
presents that were never really presents
like at Christmas
but rather bills
bills that will always be in my mailbox
bills that i hate
bills that i love
bills that i will pay for the rest of my life
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2 comments:
This is good!
thanks, this poetry guidebook is really paying off...which is good cuz amazon caused me a huge overdraft fee...*one shoulder shrug*
how do you submit stuff to like poetry reviews? i feel so lost in this endeavor...
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