Saturday, January 19, 2013

poem || donna kuhn

the sea was still there

i have no pencils, back off
i am in 85 google+ circles
this is silence, bird poop

dinner voices telling me intensely, trudge up

u aren't forgiveness, u aren't nice to the sea
the penguin i have never known; i'm 85 and
i have nothing

u died; silence, the sea was still there
you're a mess, u grabbed my pencils

u are a newspaper and he eats your rumors
u like nothing, like nothing, your stress and
your rumors

he eats your pencils; we work at this silence

the sea was still there, the sea was hearing


a broken joy, u died, silence
i have never since, i have
never since

everyone grabbed my hands

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