Knowing
I see you here
So full of cheer
That hides odd fear
I hear you speak
Your words mount peaks
Yet your heart seeks
I feel you sway
Upon the way
You fumble play
I taste your jest
In rancid fest
Twist of dead zest
I scent your highs
In broken sighs
You seem to cry
I heed odd flow
You flood and show
Mad things you know
I think you taste
The smelly waste
Of wind-blown haste
I find you strange
Beyond the range
Of dying change
Leon Enriquez
29 May 2018
Hamlet a Place, ACT
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2018
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