A Minute In the Mind of a Poet
A Minute In The Mind Of A Poet
this work was done,a death view of paradise
& probably not the end, of it last night
(what a magnificent day, i said to myself
"fine" everyone i know your draught, savant
i regard all of you, their are no lives that
rebuff, their own uninterested day or night
of self-love, a movement to wail, into space,
moments to argus pine there time
as far as i can see a trimmer of seconds
i don't live to isobront my speech, nor
egest my words, while sleeping on a bed of
fasten coexistence, with a whitesmith
to mold my disparage, not me, not i, not
overweening, nor self-indulgance with
idiolatry---
aspermation, grasping, meekness
introspection of my soul.....
Thomas George Valle
Copyright ©2006 Thomas G. Valle
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