poem

[insideout] – caffeine drips in a empty contaner
as a man grow inside out
tiled as the slab always is
a time tae pick what is his
is it thoughts or him where
begin end stop go past fast
empty lost pain never gilt
but same on the light stopped
candle left eye
[my words lee smillie

 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s