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 :)


The life of a clerk

The mournful creaks as he shifts in his chair
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 The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2006-11-28 at 01:31

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betsy
I've read a translation of this poem somewhere. Have you been translated into Norwegian somehow?

Betsy
2006-12-23


David Hazell
'emotional forensics' Absolutely ingenious line in another fine piece.
2006-11-28