Monday, October 20, 2008

malcontent

All balled up inside.
Compressed and compact, the words
Crushed together, mumbled, jumbled,
Filling the fist.
Momentary freedom, perfect arch --
Swish.
A nod of the head, no more.
Who cares.

3 comments:

Mother of Perseus said...

goodnight <3

William Michaelian said...

The mime in the back row, that’s who.

don't be emily said...

lack of words to comment on this one.