..just another pseudonym

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Savoir Faire


I sense something, clutching,

gripping my core, confusing;

can someone come on over
and examine me deep inside,
you can use a stethoscope
or just grasp the nearest razor
and carve it out of its shell
for I have nothing in hell
albeit feeling profound fervor
to enduring on this hope,
while I find a corner to hide
snuggling as I try to recover.

The notion is overtly bewildering,
unsettling and most times baffling.

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