Scribble me this, scribble me that. This is mostly literal mumbling, but I guess it was written as an inspirational response to Daybreaker's challenge. It might even give birth to another clerk poem :)
Have always produced ripples in the air:
Endless seepage from a quaint, mental lair.
Listen, if you will, and you'll hear a song;
Incremental lament transcending pain.
Fear not the scarecrow guarding his domain,
Else deception takes growth where none belongs
Overcome the silence, but 'ware the shell
For it protects a proverbial hell
And notice the absence of fleeting salt!
Clamoring tones disrupt the evidence
Laying underneath defensive pretense,
Emotional forensics may commence
Rigorous research void of any sense,
Killing the last remnant of his defense.
Poetry by Thomas Selnes
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Written on 2006-11-28 at 01:31
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The life of a clerk
The mournful creaks as he shifts in his chairHave always produced ripples in the air:
Endless seepage from a quaint, mental lair.
Listen, if you will, and you'll hear a song;
Incremental lament transcending pain.
Fear not the scarecrow guarding his domain,
Else deception takes growth where none belongs
Overcome the silence, but 'ware the shell
For it protects a proverbial hell
And notice the absence of fleeting salt!
Clamoring tones disrupt the evidence
Laying underneath defensive pretense,
Emotional forensics may commence
Rigorous research void of any sense,
Killing the last remnant of his defense.
Poetry by Thomas Selnes
Read 1370 times
Written on 2006-11-28 at 01:31
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