WORKSTATION
quick evasive
tabs. hide
behind stolid eyes,
a certain impulse;
spreading itself
like butter, cold,
uncompromising, on
a rough slice of
bread. the uneven
perimeters of
creation strewn
on an edible,
thaw irremediably.
someone nibbles.
tabs. hide
behind stolid eyes,
a certain impulse;
spreading itself
like butter, cold,
uncompromising, on
a rough slice of
bread. the uneven
perimeters of
creation strewn
on an edible,
thaw irremediably.
someone nibbles.
posted by Ahad at 5:07 AM
4 Comments:
:) i like the ending. although, i can't figure out the work station bit :/
the poem 'tabs' start with the workstation at my office lol
aaah!
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