Axiomatic
Axiomatic
The hot wind hurts against my teeth
And I am reminded: how old I can be.
But glib remarks only feign as hosts for truth
It’s enough to catch the eye
of any qualified alumnae.
You may call me a Satanist
If vox populi est vox dei.
Or, at least, tell Him to switch recording labels.
Maybe, like me, go into self-publishing.
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The hot wind hurts against my teeth
And I am reminded: how old I can be.
But glib remarks only feign as hosts for truth
It’s enough to catch the eye
of any qualified alumnae.
You may call me a Satanist
If vox populi est vox dei.
Or, at least, tell Him to switch recording labels.
Maybe, like me, go into self-publishing.
“Believe what you know ( Read more... )
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the words have a taste to them which adds great flow; less like the mississippi, more like a small creek with its soothing nature.
it is a good poem, soliliquoy or whatever it is....
how the hell are you?
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I'm doing well, thanks, excepting that I'm home sick for a few days because my organs tried to leave by, well, whatever orafice was closest.
I still open all the time (so, usually wake up about an hour after bars usually close), so, got any spare afternoons coming up for a beer or twelve?
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:)
be wary of your diction and syntax. i'll call and explain on that all.
my main focus is the last line as a result from the rest of the poem- hence the title. was that what you were aiming for at least in regards as to how axioms are viewed today as moot, old thinking, or where once there was logic now there is not?
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