Msnowe's Blog

Nothing worse than love poetry

Posted in Uncategorized by m.snowe on January 5, 2009

1

You color-in when ill-at-ease.

came and left, never here.

Enjoy mediocrity as it explodes your inside mash,

pump the marrow with a creamy brine.

2

The shell-shocked bunch devours arrows while

wrapped around a reverberated shrine, the sparrow

shines through glass walls, partitions,

causing crowds to stir and bake and brillow

an unfinished meal.

3

A float of common comfort creatures—

ships marry populated pushpins

a geography of notation, of ease.

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