Lonely
Meal
Reflections out of time make out those phases which
change discovery,
As we touch up access to pass through continues on
recovery:I see that passion flies in these worlds in stars to face more truth away,
When rhythm of spices catches a lady off my guard to ballet.
Our span of mutual ideas removes his spirit of the
broken,
After compromise for that wall is one child’s roses
low as woken.
A huge elf drinks from the fountain of youth as she to
four letters gets,
Then she salutes known stars as my delicious family on
serving bets.
*This is an abstract poem with variable images on
saluting elves, kids roses, and a guarded dancer in compromise with my
fortitude. Clichés here are veiled in
new language with fresh concepts. If a writer
doesn’t deconstruct language, various poetry proves impossible to exhibit. What’s the matter? Aren’t you hungry for information? Get out of town, then return to me.
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