“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label volta. Show all posts
Showing posts with label volta. Show all posts
Wednesday, February 17, 2016
Power-saver mode
I need a volta
the current
situation is shorting
my fulfillment
and stunting my growth
and a volta would do the trick
and a volta sounds like a charge
and a volta would be shocking
to the system
A volta is what I need
to insert into my life, poetry, right
-Here-
left justified
and
Now-
About us...
After all the loves I've met
it is you I regret
letting plug into me
sapping my signal strength
sucking my juice dry
filling up your,
well,
wishes and kisses
are for children who have it all
in potential
conservation comes
in steady waves
don't save yourself,
do something else
shocking
or nothing at all
shutting down...
Image By George Eastman House [CC0], via Wikimedia Commons, Electric lightbulb patents.
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