Treasure Island

Pablo Cruise


Dead Poet's Mind


Fractured lines half realized
From where to lips to pen
Dead poets mind to spill a page
Flesh the colors from my skin
These strokes in metaphoric case
Casting light where none is found
The dye of composition twists
To open eyes to seal a wound
Symbiotic rhymes drift in dreamless haze
Unpolished and rank they permeate anew
Captions of some unfinished piece
From someone else’s empirical views
With each consideration their voices sound
In spelled consequence
Countenance shaped by another’s hand
Compelled in silent alliance
Dead poet’s mind in anxious escape
Replace me in my stead
I pray for sake and sanity
You are the voices in my head

Submitted: Wednesday, February 25, 2009

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