Alec Witthohn

Rookie (1996 / Denver, CO)

The Soft Contemplation Of A Sour Oaken Mind - Poem by Alec Witthohn

Hollow wispy smoke
Climbs.

Scaling bristled, weathered
Whiskers.

Anchored to weighty
Pipe;

Eyes held shut.

Hair wound about
Thoughts;
Thinking much too
Heavily.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 17, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, March 18, 2013


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