Michael Witkowski

Ennui

Pleasure is good to hand
Where pleasure grows
Night wil not exist-

This is black and
White painting
Truth's where truth is.

Lack of connections
Networks, frames cause
My free fall through space

Yesterday i revolved
Around myself, not caring
What others do or think

Today desperate looks
For convenience in social nests
Breeding grooming on soft couch

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Poem Edited: Friday, April 1, 2011

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  • Leslie Philibert (8/8/2012 10:48:00 AM)

    What I like here is the style, which fits into the scheme of a lot of things I read and are well liked, sparse, enigmatic and true words, a poem with a lot of quality.

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