where there’s smoke x2.

October 31, 2011

Third time’s the charm, I heard,
but charm turned out an ill-fitting word.
Or maybe charm was all that was,
like smoke and mirrors,
and sonnets turned dust.
So, raise a glass to fourth and fate,
for his words are none ornate,
and cannot cut me up with poetic shears,
though, fifth’s whispering nocturnes,
in my verse-thirsty ears.

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2 Responses to “where there’s smoke x2.”

  1. “in my verse-thirsty ears” your words are magical and your metaphors are brilliant. I very much enjoyed this

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