The Infuriating Silence, by Tim Pozzi
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All ensnared in the painting,
nothing planned
with all the colours.
What will she do with them
when the time comes?
Take a plaster model
and throw it at the wall,
to demolish all the claims
she had to creation.
Forging on, floating away.
Takes a short fuse
to walk elusive,
to tread water with propulsive
strength (and not let on at all...)
Oh, how this falls flat.
Deaf ears don't talk back. |
Posted: 2011-11-11 03:46:58 UTC |
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