Waste it in time.

Waste it in time.

A Poem by dukovan

When I spoke I didn't mean to talk about trees.

I never actually meant to say much of anything.

Either way it doesn't show you either way to go.

Talk about blood to me.


Dead dumb tree

speaks then leaves.

I've got to believe.


Witch crafting

all these friends.

You read my bed

and slept in a sense.


I didn't mean to bother you but

there's always a corner untucked

I didn't really need to say much.

I've got less bite than bark

didn't mean to talk about blood.

© 2014 dukovan


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Added on April 3, 2014
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dukovan
dukovan

Oconomowoc, WI



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