Saturday, August 14, 2010

Ecclesiastes

Worn corners on beaten page.

Twisting wires of a hardened cage.

Fading letters show their age.


Countless sheets of driveling mettle.

Conjunction of words. A hissing kettle.

Desperation of a destitute's peddle.


Heed,” is what scratches.

A potential book of matches.

Lost verse; the snag that catches.


A sickened victim of wonder.

Dug in a pit of wearied blunder.

Tossing a lot for the convict's plunder.


A white-washed pun.

A tired shun.

Nothing new belies this sun.

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