Wednesday, August 3, 2011

lovesick reader reads
into however he pleases
unadorned words of
love songs too simple,
for simple lovers.
like empty stomachs
wrought laden carts,
the adage warns us.
song of solomon
and transhumanism,
bought like a salve -
no- a placebo thought,
to drink up thinkings
in measuring cups,
unlike lovers, simply
they are unread, but
who did awaken
new meanings from
too simple words, but they.

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