NO IRONY WHATSOEVERA Poem by kublakhan2702 11 14
There are times when I get so
fixated on a concrete message that mirth extraneously manifests in my aura like menthol in the cavern of a sore throat The medicine of rolling eyes scold me for self-imposed sickness My lens of disposition is hi-def clear yet my fingertips have been dulled by my oral chainsaw rendering it impossible to get the cap off Am I bearing my poetic soul in the hope of fusing with coincidental souls? Or am I hiding my insecurities behind it while luring innocent witnesses into the brainwash booth of my shortcomings? Colloquial communication is an alien to me camouflaged in the company of smartphone-equipped commuters I am not a touch screen but the signal that defines its purpose Sometimes © 2014 kublakhan27Author's Note
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Added on February 11, 2014Last Updated on February 11, 2014 Tags: irony, resignation, despair, poet, poetry, mood, message, medicine, sickness, insecurity, communication, brainwash, colloqial, shortcomings Authorkublakhan27Nova 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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