a sour word elixir

By sol

the temporal self
work ennui day
minute by above
a book about nub
when meal comes wry
my tongue’s song is why
time builds thy skin
and melancholy knows acumen
vouchsafe a secret
yield in me
only leave by temerity
nothing has more space of gall
than herculean caterwaul
could you villain know
as peasants consume
like vehemence from subterfuge

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© 2007 sol
Published on Monday, September 24, 2007.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • bpathos On Friday, April 19, 2013, bpathos (77)By person wrote:

    Or the word temerity.

  • A former member wrote: such interesting mental animation! I can't remember the last time I heard the word caterwaul..lol

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