Is It Poetry

Gold Star - 4,618 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Mickey O'Rourke - Poem by Is It Poetry

Perhaps like you,
the man I am, I am not.
The mysterious cloud made up inside,
made out of smoke.
Tell me again, as I smile.
A.C. and D.C. listeners, listened to all.
Some love inextricably instead of hate.
Monday like Sunday I have misread.
I am the look on your face.
Hands that are eye's, become you have said.
I am not,
like the man that he made.
A puff of smoke made up of rings,
that come home to us, he has made.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, October 11, 2013


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