Friday, May 29, 2009

Poetry Friday (13)

To whom it may concern:

Every Friday I'll post one poem that I wrote. Here's my poem for this Friday.

Loosing the Edge

A split tongue, the bitter slice,
choosing sides in Double Dutch,
or teeth dust.
Black sand, and tepid toes,
shale that snaps like toffee,
or snake fronds.
The road ahead spoons,
and my foresight 50/50.
But there are so many tomorrows,
until there aren't.
Thus conscious makes cowards of us all.

Later guys,

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