All Things Confused

A dog with newspaper spots, barking wherever he goes.

Month: July, 2013

No Escape

Loose ends are tied with knots.

Removal is chaos.

Deft hands may find

A different design.

Nothing can be undone.

Kept

It is easy to keep something

In a storage bin.

But cleaning

Makes me think again.

 

I cannot explain

Why I never spurn.

So in the dark

My heart returns.

The Grunt

Grunts are small

And common.

When stirred,

They are heard,

But have one breath

Before death.

For grunts do not

Live so long.

Calm rationales

Consume them all.

Problem

Yes.

or

No.

You lose.

The Path

How many eyes

Do I not meet?

My pupils have learnt

To be discreet.

But then I find

Some passerby

Give a downwards glance-

Just like mine.

Advice

Listen up and

Take my advice:

Never

Say something mean

That you can say

Nice.