Robert Lansing

(September 1992-)

Fail


Wars inside my head
Hound and globe
As if they are important, as if
They are real, as if
Seeking truth in the blood

Until they are drowned, until they are drowned,
Restless is the trigger finger

More it will suffer trying to find
An answer, however life is mined
Jumps you out of your wits
Or's unnecessary when afterwards
Rips the history out of your hands.

Submitted: Saturday, February 05, 2011
Edited: Wednesday, October 03, 2012
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  • Kevin Patrick (10/8/2012 9:51:00 PM)

    Wow I can really see some of the similarities with my work, certain allegories and illusions with rich depth of language, love the last three lines a real heavy handed poem but well structured and great execution. (Report) Reply

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