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i am like a burning car
bursting away in flames
no hope at all no claim
fate hidden in smoke
all aflame as i play
out my life's game
hands feet
but still lame
crippled
unnecessarily
'blamed
wild eruptive
fires poetry
pathos pain
could not tame
i took the wrong turn
an illusion not the same
i still wonder how
she hit the windscreen'
of my heart from where
she came steering
wheel of my life
wont move no more
bruised brutalized maimed
an accident of life birth death
from a photographer
a poet he became
a deleted file
a blocked soul no name
You eat breath poetry sir
so its not possible i know
she fortuitously exclaimed
Sunday, April 17, 2011
An Accident On The Cosmic Soul of My Poetry
