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Stick it to me

Posted to Action Poetry




It comes with time
the noticing of
detection
streching
it's ear
what has been silent
all this time
becomes ever
so slowly
clear
The listening grows
more eyes that know
deception places fear
We are in fact
the artifacts
of shadows
piling here
But in denial
the fact remains
in a repetitious
game
the players are none
the shadow is one
the end remains
the same
But for a while
we'll trip
ourselves
and think
we've walked
the mile
we'll buy
the different
harmonies and
rake them
over
the fire
Jack be ready
Jack be thick
because you might
get burned
as you lick
the wick