Poetic Frustration Poem by J.R. Kelly

Poetic Frustration

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I shall curl my limbs
into a tightened sphere.
My legs will condense my body
into an insect
and progress my self-pity
as far as it can possibly travel.

(What is poetry?
Certainly not this
nonsensical foolishness.)

Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: frustration,travel
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