http://www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/poem.html?id=28098
From the poem, Coming Your Way
"And now this woman whose good intentionshave soured through bad alloys
of companionship, diet, occupation—"
Well said.
7.2.10
I found this poem particularly pleasing, astute. Just enough misery in there coupled with a touch of hope and caution, reality and soul. It is written by J. Allyn Rosser a teacher at Ohio University.
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/poem.html?id=28098
have soured through bad alloys
of companionship, diet, occupation—"
Well said.
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/poem.html?id=28098
have soured through bad alloys
of companionship, diet, occupation—"
Well said.
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The cloaked actor siphoned my soul in sand grain increments
The mono virgin pulse refracts the gonzo honesty of
the stereo master.
On chewing gum pavements Kneecap-begging beneath cupid for the bio-password - 'the flesh permit'.
Cliched lights humming cliched stories in the cliched moon hours.
The marathon atoms hurling towards the symbol
From kite perspectives they landscape sex-futures, the gust released her.
- Anonymous poet.
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