Tes Tos Ter Own

Tes Tos Ter Own

A Poem by Conrad Wrobel
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Dunno, random thoughts.

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My thoughts are fixed. My words are broken. My eyes are wide with the establishment of matter upon matter. Soliloquies dart from my fingertips in white flames. A diesel engine hums my inner vibration is no singular entity, but a choir of voices shouting out all their things, knowledge, knowledgeable, screams my inhibitions. My exacto-knife purges clean my disgruntled brain onto table-edge falls of from my paper the words spill like syrup or honey out of the darkness hole. Suppose I know where all of us go, but I won't say. Soliloquies pour from my pores as sweat from a hurricane, novacane, no such sane-ity can bear the truth I dare to swear. Soliloquies. Point. Match. Light the fire and feed the flames of anything, everything I can say, could say, won't say for withdrawal symptoms of misunderstanding.

© 2008 Conrad Wrobel


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Added on February 13, 2008

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Conrad Wrobel
Conrad Wrobel

Eastsound, WA



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It's lonely in my mind...may I step into yours for a second? I write comedy, scripts, and poetry. I dream of being a successful stand up comedian, and will eventually have something of that nature po.. more..

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