Series of Short Poems: Two

The Question

Idle mind makes one think,

And still we wonder why the world is on the brink?

Consumed Reality

The concrete river is cutthroat,

Man chews the spine of the world;

Only emotions from an emote,

Each day swallowed by the Dreamworld.

Fruit of the Tree

Eyes of black Nectar,

Smooth hide conceals a bladed tongue,

Embodiment of attempted order,

I am human.

-Courtney Larsen (11/19/13)

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