Exhaustion is playing poker with my delusions
Condemnation just anted up in with confusion
Exhaustion misdeals, then condemnation steals
I throw my cards in the air, delusion has four pair
And confusion wants two more cards
© 2012 Michael Yost 2/25
Exhaustion is playing poker with my delusions
Condemnation just anted up in with confusion
Exhaustion misdeals, then condemnation steals
I throw my cards in the air, delusion has four pair
And confusion wants two more cards
© 2012 Michael Yost 2/25
Posted in Poetry
Tagged Condemnation, Confusion, Delusions, Exhaustion, One too Many for Solitaire
Freeing the verses of the stoic man;
Should enliven the tongue and be a gift to the fingers.
Instead it’s a box forcing the untethered voice from conformity.
No longer bound by the restraint of the rhyme it generates confusion.
Should I break lines at the quatrain or simply continue the thought.
This reads like an undisciplined sonnet caught in a selfish voice;
Trying to justify its end’s by its means or is it?
Alas poor Yorick laughs from his grave.
© 2011 Michael Yost
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