streaks of sun bless my <br />void <br />where not a time begins <br />all exasperations end <br /> <br />mustn't thou learnt to <br />swim or can't ye- thou canst <br />learn it cheaper in <br />a club - her swipe <br />next to: what are <br />you mumbling? <br /> <br />a lamb hums her <br />explosive pronounced t's <br />the sesame to her mind <br />always straightly linear <br />behind the tool of t's hides <br />it wants rage to somersault <br /> <br />not jog or walk- they <br />challenge poise - equilibrium <br />not. Scales are tipped to <br />one side but which things? <br />if sesame's environment <br />tightens muscles for <br /> <br />a benign expression, <br />then my sun wakes<br /><br />Michael Witkowski<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lame-a/
