Treasure Island

Benjamin K Duncan

(25-03-1992 / Australia)

Mad Metre

I pour tears over keyboard.
in a waltz, with death.

in a 3/4 metre
waiting for us to wrong step

abstruse in any era
incongruent with time.

Your face, in photos,
never capturing your smile.

I laugh, hoping;
I don't cry.

smile and tears won't appear.

act serious;
always a joke,
just apocryphal

Even in repose nothing is different,
dismissing every chance to change.

nocturnes more than any other,
never dull.
truthful; of sadness.

Life is rarely bliss,
sometimes agony.

Submitted: Sunday, June 20, 2010
Edited: Thursday, October 18, 2012
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