These Words
These words
that trickle
down
the
screen
could not care
where they
have been
what role
they played
in
famous verse
a speech
a curse
or something worse
it matters not
to words
like these
if they offend
or cheer
or please
they do not
mourn
a love betrayed
or wish a friend
who’s gone had stayed
nor on their
progress
to the bottom
care one wit
if
they’re forgotten
but rather
like
the drops of rain
that slide
across
a window pane
avoid
the fate
of
being part
of some dull poet’s
heartfelt fart
leaving
on
the
dirty glass
ghostly symbols
as they pass.
Copyright © Florian Beauchamp | Year Posted 2012
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