Midway to NowhereA Poem by Red Brick Keshner
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'I was born half alive,
the other half partly insane.'
she dribbles inaudibly, grinning coquettishly;
and in between
there is no apology.
Even the deaf can fathom
underhanded effrontery.
She however, will not brandish fangs without syrup.
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Added on March 26, 2009 Last Updated on March 27, 2009 AuthorRed Brick KeshnerBrisbane, West Moreton, AustraliaAboutMy life is one poetic journey. If I am not reading or writing poetry, I simply live it. To me the experience of poetry should be such - to breathe it, create it, and receive it from poems and lives th.. more..Writing
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