Friday, April 17, 2009

April Poem-A-Day 9: Balls of sound

Balls of sound
tumble ‘round
my bad brain.

You should not
beat that pot
in my mind.

Terpsichore
glares, in poor
mood tonight.

Take this blight
from my sight
and ears now.

Tongue out taunt.
O, my bad brain.

© 2009, php

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