littledebbieoatmealcookie

the needle ought not peg left

with 2 comments

the last time that the greenery took its water

the last time that the greenery smoked its flavor fully

the last time that the smoke rolled upwards from the water mark

the last time that hoves of people spoke to the father

the last time that idle birds knew their fate

but this pessimism is full of incorrections

and this pessimism is full of misunderstanding

that this morning the air cant hold your breath

that this week cant hold your needs

that this is clamor for failure to participate in the harvest

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Written by littledebbieoatmealcookie

February 25, 2009 at 2:22 am

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  1. As deep as the ocean.

    Melissa

    Melissa

    May 18, 2009 at 5:20 pm

  2. This poem is excellent. I really enjoyed it.

    The Belated Eloquence of the Inarticulate

    May 18, 2009 at 5:20 pm


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