Friday, January 18, 2013


I spill...
Like knocked over glasses of Poetic libations
Only to fill you with Love's saturation
Liquid ..
Fluently evading hate like truancy
Trespassing, only to show the masses
A mass production of why and how I function
Conjunction junction
Straying away from corruption
Corrupted minds at fault
Fall failure to pragmatic
Smoke clouds of Love until asthmatic
Addicted to My Poetry like a crack addict
Mused in by you, My Poetry
That’s that...

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