Poems from emma2012
It sits in hard, smooth splendor
There was a face here
Once
The wisdom of years and years
Shriveled down to a compact plastic...
Flat on the floor
Where the body is in constant dispute
With its downward boundaries
At the pinnacle of collapse
The result
By itself
No...
The INSOLENT hands of the clock
are shadily employed by boredom itself
Each tick is a moment spent examining the air
each tock is the...
This imperatively imparted knowledge
This so-called apparent benefit to the scholarly mind
-to a decent life
This invisible...
So I was thinking
A bad idea at the best of times-
of the ice which coated the air in the barn
and it's something that renders a break in...