Chrome Poem by Etienne Charilaou
Chrome
My hundredth poem
made all of chrome.
I cry for new experience
to assuage my dull existence.
Hear my sigh!
Hear this cry!
I will soon be what I am -
nought.
Can this dust do no more?
Am I only to rust,
in vain, to roar!
Tuesday, November 22, 2016
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'Chrome' carries a deep feeling.