Wednesday, October 12, 2011

IPR

Roving eyes round the room,

Catching fleeting glimpses

Of both courage and cowardice.


Mouth opens to speak,

Curled tongue carving lines

And cracking these nerves of steel.


Spirit’s shouting,

A confrontation, a cacophony

of coughed up catchwords.


Haven’t you yet learned?

I’ve no interest in opinions.


Least of all yours.

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