Wednesday, April 18, 2012

NaPoWriMo, Day 18, Poem Eight

Baffled

Secrets excrete
want or not.

Days
of fill
fast
surpassed
by purge
surprising
no one.

Charmlessness
is part of my charm.
Lost the new Found.
Getting worse
now getting better.
Therapy fails
to impart this.

Love
cantclingfastenough
before fail
flails from view.
Desperation
aphrodizes apparently.

Slime needs
no sleuth
just new suit
ordered online.

How does one
fool with truth?

How to rip
off real face?

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