36 fighting fists
in which a fool and his anger
are soon parted
by denial depression destruction deception
here comes the flood
and i’m falling failing fooling flailing
a flaming fleet of sinking ships
trapped in a whirlpool
over empty space anyway
but i can’t taste, hear, smell, see or feel anything
what is my story?
who am i to me?
a fool or a king
or 5 other things?
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
Ah-ha.
All very good questions.
Post a Comment