| | The King of the Future (rough draft/exerpt)
NftRU, Thomas Sunday
end of line, my friend
until next time or time comes to its end
you are the King of the Future
but I, with you, am chained to the past
for you, my friend, for three weeks have been dead...
Eleven poems for the King of the Future
a crown for his head, two jewels for his flashing
dark eyes and one for his burning
heart, though it no longer beats
a crown for the sake of the future
and its king with his wound that no longer bleeds |
| | Posted 4/15/2007 9:31 AM - 0 comments
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