sham
it was set up
stinging My face
like one thousand needles
plus one
and I let it
until stings start stabbing
because I can do nothing back
not one sham
and I like it
laughing back stabbing
back to traps
there was no set up
My face is fine
for now
but it doesn’t feel right
smash
I am the best thing you've never heard of.
I hold a Bachelor's in English, History and Secondary Education, and a Master's in English: Creative Writing, though my appearance belies intelligence.
My goal in life is to write and to be read. It's a modest stretch by most imaginations.
To most I'm amazing.
It all depends on your definition of literary merit.
All poems contained on this blog are ©Thomas Boersma unless otherwise noted.
Friday, April 16, 2010
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