Go get captivated,
give secrets away,
drive senseless tunnel vision state of mind.
Alright,
alright to…
it's alright,
stay alright,
it's alright to feel
alright,
so it's alright.
There, some harmony;
the maddening silence,
hang, moving on confusion that's keeping behind.
Alright,
alright to…
it's alright,
stay alright,
it's alright to feel
alright,
so it's alright.
Alright,
alright to…
it's alright,
stay alright,
it's alright to feel
alright,
so it's alright.
There, better stop,
inhibition's slipping,
share the secret only state of mind.
Alright,
alright to…
it's alright,
stay alright,
it's alright to feel
alright,
so it's alright.
Alright,
alright to…
it's alright,
stay alright,
it's alright to feel
alright,
so it's alright.
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.
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Poem-A-Day: Day 406
Senseless
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