Dear Poet
Dear Poet,
let me tell you that
Vintage makes life modern
and, Mad Poet, it seems
there will be no riot –
Quotes, rhymes, smart lines,
obsessions and lies
let you hide behind fashions;
Fashions unresolved and
intentions likely dead with their
brilliance of a stroke and a word,
Repeating the old -
hoping to become a master arising
for an addiction upon purity;
Let it be, oh, let it be the other
way ‘round for the sake of my
understanding, your indulgence
While words come out through…
through loving own egos,
Dear Poet,
Let me hint to what…
what is truly not ours.
Copyright © Liva Evita Nagle | Year Posted 2015
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