Impending speech impedimenta,
In tongue-halting, eye-lilting wonder,
I saw your neck, stringently conscious
Of something straining soon to break
By design – that stupid predilection,
Telling everyone how wrong their
Thoughts in politics and ethics are
Compared to the inherent “is”
Of some new-found planet far from ours,
A water-friendly surface, dry from lust
And lawless – perfect in its godless haven,
Prefect to its gravity,
Like you to yours … indent that you think you are on me
SPEECH IMPEDIMENTA
May 14th, 2007 by jennifer wadsworth · No Comments
Tags: Features · Issue 19 · Poem of the Day · Volume 4

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