TattersA Poem by Thomas YarbroughThe swamp (just)
Draws in circles
Feeling nothing Believing little
When all is tatters
(the brain)
Shatters and breaks (just)
Surrender and rot Erase into the waste
When all is powder You can hear at the heart
(swamp, you & me, everything)
Falls apart (so)
Destroy the map (just) Be done
Watch the bridges burn One by one © 2012 Thomas Yarbrough |
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Added on January 19, 2012 Last Updated on January 19, 2012 AuthorThomas YarbroughWatkins Glen, NYAboutI find much inspiration from dreams, surrealism and the noir genre, these sources color my work at times in ways you may recognize. I attended Iowa State University for Fine Arts specializing in .. more..Writing
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