And just where is it beauty hides, and truth amid dishonesty? One never knows. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So this is the pen (the enclosure) for my most recent poems and poemoids. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 2009-04-20 -- Brian A. J. Salchert

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

After Visiting

Gnats gather. Air allows. The more I read, and where, the more sure I am I don't want to go there; and so I remain inside this dumpster. Aromas argue. Ghost guards. tg00004


William Michaelian said...

Can you hear me in there? Without exaggeration, I’ve read this poem at least twenty times now. And I’m beginning to wonder which of us is inside and which of us is out.

brian salchert said...

Yes, and I might be
inside out, but actually
I believe each of us is
both inside and outside.

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