konye ori

Anything But A Poem

I am a hot dropp of tear rolling down
a saddened cheek; soaking this page
as life hits you hard-
I am not a poem

Maybe a salty profuse of sweat
dripping out the pore of a tired
skin; damping this page
as your thoughts run through life-

I could be phlegm and saliva
spat out of an absinthian mouth
dripping down this page; slimily
as you taste of the bitters of life-

Or a transferred aggression
on a blameless sheet
smitten with the stroke of a sharpened pen
as life shows you its other color

Maybe I am one lousy thought
popped out of a medulla oblongata
and into a thinking mind
as your heart nakedly looks at life-
But I am not a poem

And truly so, I am not a poem.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 21, 2008
Poem Edited: Sunday, April 13, 2008

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