Say out, what make?
A crazy body,
hot infatuation got fire inside…
so bright.
Say hell, think done.
Drive higher,
higher out when nothing's going…
oh liar
No future,
the use in keeping wrapped alright…
Why fall at all?
Say hell, you drive.
Higher and higher,
make going on a liar as good as dead…
polish either.
Say don't, either make.
Fool heart,
rue tore head apart, move on…
right wrong.
Say hell, done higher.
Higher out,
when nothing's such a liar as good as dead…
don't polish.
Say what the hell.
Think higher,
and make when going on what…
hell, you think higher and out
when nothing's going such.
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.
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Poem-A-Day: Day 408
Say What
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