Monday, September 17, 2007

Something That Won't Heal Infamy

Jaded razor
Raised her a pendulum polar.
Soothes a scathing mover, thru, like a vignette
gregarious.
(Ghastly) malingering to touch
nothing, anything
Something that won't heal infamy.
Like a vignette-
bayonet's play A pinata
her arms, her body.
Raise her higher,
Razor a pendulum polar.

1 comment:

Andy Rants and Raves said...

It was very nice to meet you. I quite like this poem. The rhythms carry the reader along, and evokes emotion. I've been feeling very bi-polar lately, swinging back and forth between elation and despair, and this speaks to that in me. :)