Today's poem is by Max Somers
I feel the necessity to say please, quiet.
Please, while I find my way in the blackness.
The word I don't move past.
I mean, inside the body blackness.
Where it stays dark if we're good, lucky.
Blind body. Rise. Move forward. Turn a corner.
Same thing, I feel.
The necessity to say please.
Quiet please, while I find my way in
the blackness. The word I don't move past.
Blackness, I mean. Inside the body
blackness where it stays dark
if we're lucky, good, blind.
Body rise. Move Forward. Turn a corner.
Same thing. Same thing. I feel the body
rise, move forward,
turn a corner, if we're lucky.
The good blindblackness where it stays dark.
I mean, inside.
The body. The blackness. The word.
Copyright © 2013 Max Somers All rights reserved
from Third Coast
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