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C. Knappe

C. Knappe

Obtuse Poetry

Able mounted, swift.
You are crescent shaped and rigid,
Colloquial, simply complex
Paradoxical, congruent
Absent minded
Arbitrary
Angelic
Gravely pessimistic
But glad to be so
Confused and
Daring
You are eloquent
Flagitious,
But as a saint
Masked perfectly
By your cynical nature
Deadly, but beautiful
Devastatingly so,
I am perplexed
Calm conundrum
Diffused
Bodied in wax
Paraffin
Plastic
Silicone
Stone faced
Wicked
Able mounted, swift.

(2013)

This poem wasn't written to make sense. It's solely a poem written by description, alliteration and clever wording. You aren't supposed to understand this piece of writing, just allow yourself to be confused, it taints the edge. Enjoy.

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