The Inconvenience of EthicsA Poem by icaros13My meticulously constructed citadel
Felled by a cigarette behest Words and smoke Flowing, resurrecting a withered spirit The selfish dream of possibilities Devouring logic and reason Leaving me disarmed, defenseless Transforming the refined to the primal Astringent third-wheel discomfort Turns the vision green And in a single moment Teaches the folly of assumption Should I remit this vow To a life of benevolence And give voice to this mercenary beast That would steal from the weak? © 2012 icaros13Featured Review
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Added on March 19, 2012Last Updated on March 23, 2012 Tags: poetry Authoricaros13Kansas, OKAboutFor we have thought the larger thoughts And gone the shorter way. And we have danced to devil's tunes, Shivering home to pray; To serve one master in the night, Another in the day. ..I do love.. more..Writing
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