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Friday, January 07, 2011

Magpie Tales 47 - Poem: Deranged



Deranged

The drip a mystery,
the puddle, rust flavored;
the drain too far away.

A contorted idea-
a trick knob,
the mirror of a sick mind.


2111 © Michael A. Wells

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2 comments:

  1. Andreas4:14 AM

    I'm fascinated with your imagery.

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  2. Tess Kincaid8:52 AM

    Haunting, this one. Well done, Michael.

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