By: rob walker

State: SA

Country: Australia

Poemectomy

They lie dormant for years
tumesce organically
requiring rapid removal
Some are splinters of steel-
brief twinges which heal over
erupting aeons later as pustules
Others venomous toxins
to be expurgated.


an obsession? compulsive communication? each minute experience recorded..
observations catalogued. I parole emotions others incarcerate.



Thoughts.
The good rise up like bubbles,
the bad, gorge.



Tapping keys through endless black night. Exorcising depressive demons.
Exposing Life to the nameless & the faceless
before screens elsewhere
on a small planet.




Three poems yesterday.
One today.

Communicating
@ an unknown
rate...

Copyright © rob walker 2000

Send private comments to author: walker5@one.net.au


Comments: I like it...
strange is it not.
HOW...Once it starts it will not let go ..
Until you finish..
the quill

Name: The Quill
EMail: thequill@thepoetsporch.com


Comments: Each one brings its own baggage as if it had a life of its own.
Sometimes they would be better off had they never been born.
Sometimes they shine like the sun and sometimes they just lie there and look at you.
Sometimes they get better with age...but most of the time they don't. Good one Rob.

Name: Ed Allen
EMail: eallen553@aol.com


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