THE LIFE THAT LENT ITSELF TO POETRY, AND FELL OFF ETERNITY'S TREE.
Tony Mochama, "Underwear Grows Old"
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Why do you stare And pretend it was only a glance? Why do you come here And pretend to be just passing by? Why do you look into my eyes When you know mine cannot do so? Why do you offer me a smile And yet you know I don’t want but need it? Why do you kill me Then let me go? Why do you offer solutions Yet you're the issue? Why do I yearn and starve When I've had so much?