Thursday, June 3, 2010

Slips of the Pen

 
Note here the tradition of anxiety
what tomfoolery couldn't pollute
from all the touching they flow
out in a bandy, quite unabashedly.
Words that have not been used for a long time
become hotter after the first strike; a
quizzical correspondence
with a curious interloper is all
but, needed to minafest the tall art.
It means hoarding can be flighty; like
a rip at the welter of unopened
letters triggers a deluge of ink.
Layer upon layer, it unfolds horror,
So i suggest we meet at the intersection.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Love the power of the last line!

G

Benny said...

Thank you.(I'd really appreciate if you could spell out the rest of your name next time).

Thanks for dropping by.