Saturday, May 9, 2009

Going From Bad To Verse

living in a world of prose (firoze)
going from bad to verse
a head full of words
afflicted like swine flu
of poems
I curse
sold myself cheaply on the internet
someone pick pocketed
my pictorial purse
a broken heart a broken soul
a rhetoric of pain of a pedestrian poet
with a pinch of passion
I nurse
fail falter feign
a worse fate
in the face of ignominy
I need not rehearse
pain they rob with petulance
dehydrated dreams of a dead body
in a rickety hearse
grave diggers hopelessly
waiting at an empty grave
your dispirited soul
with earth and gravel
to reimburse

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