A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

the torturer

please,
don't - torture yourself about me
there is nothing in love
but a dream, but a
stone

made of through-and-through, solid
from grain to core:

it's as simple as that.
You will need nothing more as it flies,
flung

through element air - to the fire of your skin,
of your skull

it has struck

such spark -
that the world of your eyes has gone black

consequence. Hung upon
- what a streak!

of
bad luck
that

I never did mean

to be done.

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