Armand Poetry

Welcome to Armand Poetry. The poems (and other words) here are composed for my own thought and amusement. Comment and discussion are welcome. -Amore, Armand-

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Globe

My globe is wrong
Neatly tilted with
Everything in its
Place solid now
No ripples in the
Ocean no crawling
Things and most
Notably no wind
Scarred with arcane
bits of Zimbabwe
U.S.S.R. (C.C.C.P.)
Elm Street and Tibet

My globe does not
Move the daily
Track of the sun
A fixed spotlight
On the birthplaces
Of Kunks, Vus
And Davidovas
Living now in the
Shady Twilight of
California unable
To return to thier
Countries that no
Longer exist

1 Comments:

  • At 10:54 PM, Anonymous THE UNCONDITIONAL INDIFFERENCE THAT DARES NOT SPEAK ITS NAME said…

    on my first pre-school globe I tried to peel off the equator, before realizing I couldn't change the world. Atlas napped.

     

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