27 Dec 2012


Posted by Oblivion in Poetry | 11:47pm

freedom you have, but rules are mine
of speech, did you say? of course
whisper to yourself, in quiet at that
else be mired with cops and sections!

farce thus leads grimace, hamlet-esque
to post or not to post, then,
and to like or not to like
face-booked, these are the questions!

27 Dec 2012

The Last Shot

Posted by Oblivion in Poetry | 11:38pm

now that the master has left
what's left of you, o sport!
a dab of sporting fate so deft
king is out; bare lies the fort