in this world of fools
we're a combo
deemed manic
we're on a staff
lopsided yet
rhythmic
with no further clues
they look startled,
panicked
we may be a series
of flaws—
we're still perfect
until they already know
we actually danced,
frolicked
we stand as a couple
of wrongs—
all incorrect
seen as aliens
and always heard
like a greek
but in this ugly page
of love, we're always
each other's pick
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Fools
PoetryA collection of poetry found its way juxtaposed with short works of prose, conveying talks about what comprises the life of a fool, what it takes to be such, and whatnots in between. Fools is a book of poems and prose alike, dedicated for those who...
