Saturday 14 March 2009

POETRY - Customary Suits


Your eyes scrutinise wisely

My wayward wellings of woe

And question my customs of cruelty

In spearing with sadness my soul


And observing the open opulence

Of bedecking my being in black

Your pursed lips list lengthily

How my darkened dreams detract


From my pity cries of mercy

My feigned forward paths

And how can I say I suffer

If I revel in collapse


Elements ignite these half truths

And illuminate the dents

Of the curved sides and boxes

Of our empty sentiments.


P Davidson 14/03/09

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