Scanning the line scorned,
one sets quiet rumination
lamenting Poe and Blake
in bastardized concupiscence
between unlikely lovers
spitting bull and puck
between brass and tacks,
a lust gone missing over days.
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.
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