emit hguorht depael lrig a
htrof dna kcab redro gnippilf
like an itchy baby scratching his chin
inside his mother's belly
the sound was invisible
the deed was innocuous
thgirla dlrow eht degnahc ti tub
soahc fo tib elttil taht deyojne i timda tsum i
esnes emos ekam ot nageb yllanif sgniht
things like you
and me
and age
and glory
things also like faith
and flexibility
for a second i was just a thought
and then - bleep - that too was gone
(esle erehwemos devirra dah i naem tsum enog)
s_o_m_e_times || being
not always ||
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disoriented
disoriented
disoriented
disoriented
disoriented
detneirosid
detneirosid
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everyone's while
my head hurts trying to read things backward. should have used a mirror. hindsight is always 20/20
ReplyDeleteLove this! absolutely!
ReplyDeletePrayash - you are so clever. and you make me feel very smart and very dumb at the same time.
ReplyDeleteWoWo - please don't take the poem too seriously though. I think you've had enough of being disoriented for a while aba.
Jhusilkira.... where are your poems? i'm addicted. i need my fix... been waiting for a new one for a couple of weeks now.
ReplyDeleteso flattered i was with this comment, i wrote this and this.
ReplyDeletei tried my best.
a little rusty, still.
you should try the older ones. some of them, from far, far ago in time. they aren't that bad.