Abdul Wahab


Craft - Poem by Abdul Wahab

After long rest my
sensors ceased to
work, I accept the
thing as it is, no
hidden meanings,
straight and linear,
crafts need twisting:
unnecessary pain,
I drink flatness as it
brings a bowl of
peace, it appears
very normal, do not
dig and bring out
the skull, do not
put its head down
and ass up, it now
upsets me

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 23, 2013


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