another poetry spam
12.8.2006
when i meet
strangers
there is always
a prejudice
based on eyes
and smiles
and whether
the two ever
meet
i can see strands
of insincerity
that sew the
heart shut
dangling from
lips and tongues
12.8.2006
i will discretely
admit my concern
at the shaking of
my hands
and the paleness
of my skin
that will not
dissipate along
with my anxiety
my skin is so
white that
blood will not rise
with the splitting
of my skin
12.8.2006
i feel ethereal
with smoke circling
my lips and face
ringlets mingling
with the reddened
curls of my hair
and sharing
indirect intimacy
with a crowd
of five
(some i know well
others not at all)
and it makes my
eyes heavy
giving me the guise
of contentedness