someone had a notion to peregrinate
that someone got potted, got someone else laid
i faked a riveted smile then poked my nose
resolutely into my tummy button

the passersby took their morbid snapshots
each burst extracting the soul from time
still i did not change my compromised pose
i had no use for these silly social critiques

i took a pen and unbolted my daybook
i wrote this heading: how i lost my summer
buried myself alive under the rose
in hopes of rising from the grave by fall


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50 thoughts on “oroboroSoroboro

  1. I love this poem and the palindrome title is genius. I just picture it reading backwards and forwards forever like a snake devouring it’s own tail. Or like a game of pong where the paddles are lined up at 90 degree angles. Nice work!

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  2. I thought the title was a typo when it first appeard on my reader feed. The flow of writing was so flawless.
    Loved it. Good that I had kept a google dictionary add-on. Learnt a new word or two. 🙂

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