I can create vitriol verse upon a short summer night
with word poet and shriek born
but these fond farewells live not in
sullen homes of broken vessel
nostalgia burnt away with
old verse and journal fill'd
by longing and days passed in daze
so now roots fill'd with ash left
of words in hope of this
greater day now faded fast
Feb 13 2012 nick bacon
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I like this Nick. I am not sure whether to call it a rage piece, or a rant about a bleak sighted future. It resounds though, you have a complex structure and some interesting images. I especially like
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Good work.