"Being A Noire..."A Poem by Chris...yeah a Noire...“Being a Noire…”
Angst
and misty afternoons - moments
of ill-reputes and iridescent serenades. Seems
so many pierce what brittle-similes hide and
I …I walk the halls of diss-repair with unnatural
Sine - waves of missing sound and visual cues of
Judgement - bound - toward places left behind …within.
While
without - Hysteria history - the study of me by
me for
- not me, but yet somehow cynicism does attach and
the tastes of thoughts flavored by content or
that OTHER word - content - curl
tightly round and around ‘til
even the knees fall free from brain
stem’s repartee.
Sigh…
anyways
Chris © 2015 ChrisAuthor's Note
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