The fish in the closet
Diamonds have become used to
No wonder the stadiums
are turning inside out
I wish to learn how to swallow
this morning blindness
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.
Thanks bro. Maybe the fish swim between all of our closets looking for hooks to bite
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 🙂
Glad you liked it. I agree on knowing without thinking about it. Love love or chocolate.
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