Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Poetic Misery

it sings a song; drag -
a red of flags, set sail and nag -
like a loser, a sailor -

the winds gust to fail -
to spit in sea, gas blows hot air-
presence set in black holes-

object hath no fire -
it seeps of no inspire-
the song; feels - stomach ache-

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