THE UNKNOWN MANA Poem by Alfred Kukitzlost selfTHE UNKNOWN MAN he felt like brick in his doctrines never quite sure of his cortical itch a mind forgotten by simile, passion lost in metaphor, he wanted to scream, command the ego into suffocation but he lingered in nothingness, eyes unfocused, unsure of the visible & invisible the champion was somewhere out there waiting, forever waiting, until the elegy of an unknown man was read. © 2014 Alfred KukitzReviews
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StatsAuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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