Life Without Her
I cringe to think of it;
laughable imperfections
surging into seas
of hypocrises, of
thing to do to reason,
the reason to do things
to show for show
gone-
and the long longing
for the convoluted volition of love
for she that drinks the seas
sees, drinks, or seasons the surging show,
and perfectly laughs.
Fuck YOU! said,
April 6, 2007 at 6:10 am
This poem was written by Jason Paul Fox.
It is illegal to reproduce this poem in any way unless the author is clearly credited.
faaris said,
July 12, 2011 at 5:07 pm
so what, who cares