another bridge i suffered to open
i suffered
and when my glance guided me through the aisles
i led my charitable life
prince consort to doom and weaklingness
sufffered words cast at pigs- i imagine
which mirth prances at the other end
or no thought? free i prance around my fall
this autumn, fall, or winter
Exquisite Menace Mothers Anxiety
i call her- thin vows gasps for life in these
thunders, here and there, what is said
is undone and i forever stroll in the park.
Michael Witkowski
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/e-m-m-a/
