Repetition

An experimentation poem for your enjoyment

    Broken down beatniks

i speak quick like cheap

tricks

like the drum of the oil

slick, to dissolve

into the pools of a forgotten

tomorrow

    Weeping like the saddened willow

i'll cradle you like a dow

feather pillow.  So sleep

with me as you cry a

symphony of tears, feeling hollow.

    But in your misery i ask that

you ceast to wallow.

    Gather your courage while

you choke on the pride that you

must swallow.

    I will save you from drowning in the

pools of your forgotten tomorrow.

Reviews

[zig]

i thought you had some really interesting images in this, some nice word play, im not sure what makes this poem experimental, but i did enjoy it. zig