The fish in the closet
are wandering
Diamonds have become used to
force feeding
No wonder the stadiums
are turning inside out
I wish to learn how to swallow
this morning blindness
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Another good poem. I think writing a lot is how we get better at it. Also, facing in needs facing out and vice versa. The fish in my closet are restless too.
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Thanks bro. Maybe the fish swim between all of our closets looking for hooks to bite
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How do you tell if a poem is good? With poems, you just know (with other things, one can get into explanation). And this is a good one 🙂
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Glad you liked it. I agree on knowing without thinking about it. Love love or chocolate.
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