Saturday, November 13, 2010

Untitled Verse for the Girl at the Cafe

Wisps of lives content
Blink of an internal smile
The whole afternoon spent
Sunset thoughts for a mile

Polite replies, my id’s descent
Worldliness, an outdated style?
What romance could I ever invent?
To challenge beauty, so futile

Duress'd writing, with no relent
Fogged judgment, the whole Nile
My nurtured verse, without consent
In her own world she remains content 

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