Words of a tragically inept poet and writer. Self exploration and observations of a phenomenal free spirit and thinker.


Now look at the people
In the streets, in the bars
We are all of us in the gutter
But some of us are looking at the stars
Look round the room
Life is unkind
We fall but we keep gettin’ up
Over and over and over and over and over and over

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Beyond Compound- by Terri Ann Bird


January 25, 2014 at 12:27pm
Beyond Compound-

Funny how people reach for things. 

always things. 

fracture phalanx bone, 

rupture skin, 

just to extend beyond themselves 

I don’t reach for anything-

rheumatoid osseous matter(s)

stressed beyond compound.

I don’t reach for anything.

Not even you.

Terri Ann Bird-