FROZEN FAMILY REUNIONSA Poem by kublakhan27Orwell did nothing more than peek his nose into this piece of self-reflection, my 2012 debut. 01 06 12
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I never thought to count the years How could I when the trend so recently pushed its way through the line-up of my subconscious planting itself behind the wall of my forehead / the imaginary waiting room of sentiments I call to Room 101 when Big Brother Consciousness pencils in torment time with Little Brother Bliss II. It's been two or three years since the brook fell prey to the trend of huddling its gut beneath its freezing jigsaw cousins that appear to visit now in erratic intervals likely sitting in the fancy of the warm matriarchal blanket of them all III. I back-timed the frozen family reunions and concluded they were congregating in the moonstruck digs of the brook later with each passing year IV. My gullibility has never strayed far from my forehead Maybe it was keeping it a secret so as not to perturb me yet again with common sense for this year I realized the congregation was in fact assembling earlier with each passing year V. The long-awaited wit in my everyday logic tipped my head to the slight north with its keenly-timed weight like an invisible barber That cranial subconscious of mine ominously housing orphan thoughts must have broke down and had to realize it loved Big Brother © 2012 kublakhan27 |
StatsAuthorkublakhan27Nova Scotia, CanadaAboutMy first book is out! Any comments that anyone may have to offer regarding my work would be deeply appreciated, as I'm yet to get a review. www.amazon.com/Waltz-Around-Swirls-Steven-Fortune/dp.. more..Writing
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