really nothing
we are invisible
imagine how sweet searching
will ask for surrender
religion and choruses
desolate and angry
no poets
see the free world closing
poor men crawl
imagine how sweet surrender
will stay forever
won't ever ask for passion
to remember and imagine
sweet as a dying rose
no religion and politics for surrender
and I don't care to remember
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 521
Sweet Surrender
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Drop a line, a quip, a snippet, your pants, or an anecdote...just don't drop the soap.