Beuller

Ah, Mr. Wilson never ceases to bore me to poetry.

We've got moons on our wrists,

And lightening under our toes,

The dust knows,

The key to being invisible,

Is to try to be seen,

When you're nothing worth seeing,

The stanzas on our faces,

Discourse about our golden veins,

And the heart's refrains,

Muffled mumbles,

Idle a busy brain,

Make it slow and languished,

Torture the light,

Our spark of wit,

Our dagger eyes dull to drums,

Eye lids beat,

A steady blink,

The occasional surviving wink,

Gives us hope,

For a word worth writing,

A word worth learning.

Reviews

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you have some excellent lines in this write...empowering, amidst some difficult truths...quite good

[Drifting Blue]

The key to being invisible is to try to be seen. Love that.