salient speak

17 09 2011

this ain’t no bust poem
you give it up like you know ’em
i watch the doors close

no reason no rhyme
keeps my earning on time
true, the bread must leaven

come to county clothes
only mister knows the false
promises of heaven

give the life you live
to all the dregs that sieve
and drain the color rose

(published episodically at haikumatic.com)

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18 10 2011
Nanda

well done! đŸ™‚

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