Supposing I...
by Warner
Posted: Saturday, September 12, 2009 Word Count: 66 Summary: a friend of mines little poems Related Works: She Loves You, Big River... More Than Me. |
I suppose I know,
I suppose.
Callous fragility of toe I think I grow,
I suppose.
Blind leading the deaf leading the mime leading the hapless,
I suppose.
Helpfully prone, apt only when ceaselessly adept,
I suppose.
But buried goes prose like coke-dick nose goes,
I suppose.
Dumbfounded No’s, in time.
Knows not, chosen foes. No knots,
I supposed.
Helplessly untie me.
I propose unto thee.
I suppose.
Callous fragility of toe I think I grow,
I suppose.
Blind leading the deaf leading the mime leading the hapless,
I suppose.
Helpfully prone, apt only when ceaselessly adept,
I suppose.
But buried goes prose like coke-dick nose goes,
I suppose.
Dumbfounded No’s, in time.
Knows not, chosen foes. No knots,
I supposed.
Helplessly untie me.
I propose unto thee.