Monday, January 23, 2012

Untitled Poem- draft 1

This outlier waits, her need remains the same



in the silence and unreplied mail

bored eyes, restless hands

the constant grasp at words whether useful or not

she imagines she's flawed





in immense space and lack of time

no weight, no code

the blatant disregard for imposed glamour

she realizes her worth



her offering has always been the same

your pleasure or displeasure the only variable