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Submitted by whitetea on 10 March 2008 - 2:05am.| Updated 10 March 2008 - 2:07am.
Style / Type:
freeform
its between choosing to be
a white cloth
I want their fingerprints
and smears from the pen
that leaks out the rest of the blue,
and the
stains of wax
if I were mostly dishwater
i could hide things
like blood and early age.
maybe I could drown those
streetside words.
maybe my skin would be thicker,
my stare could be understood.
but white catches things
and my life brushes back up,
when I am not looking.
I appreciate moderate constructive criticism
i just want to say that i
i just want to say that i enjoyed this, a lot.
Yes, some fine and elegant
Yes, some fine and elegant image-making here.
Well poemed
eric