it would be so nice if something made sense for a change.

Thursday, January 26, 2012

a whole lotta dis-

Disconnected
Part stupendous
That's invisible
Can't be seen


Disenthralled
Forgot it all
Wishing it all
Might forget me


Disenchanted
With this life
With this world
All this pain


Disunited
From myself
From your love
Quite a strain


Discontinued
With a blue moon
Beneath the sun
I pray for rain


Disconcerted
Without hope
Without dreams
Barely afloat


Disconnected
Feeling low
Flying high
Time to go.


this was a cigarette poem. cigarettes take about 7 minutes, and i wrote a 7-stanza poem during one such event. not on purpose, it just worked out that way.

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