Quips
to the east, you read every word
to the north, not a peep is heard
in my heart a deficit
do I give more than I’ll ever get
on Facebook I leave zinging quips
on twitter, truth seeps from my lips
in between, there lives a gap
filled with lustrous, throaty gasps
in my prose I write with thought
sometimes loved, sometimes not
no music to the lyrics yet
write it soon ‘fore I forget
Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2011
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