Poems from Phan Banter
First I learn how to become nothing
Over time my words become slurs
Then mumbles
And silence
I stop talking
My words mean nothing
No ears...
First I learn how to become nothing
Over time my words become slurs
Then mumbles
And silence
I stop talking
My words mean nothing
No ears...
I'm not as unpleasant as I seem,
i solemnly swear
What you see isn't who I really am
Bored here, bored there, bored everywhere
I can't be...
Friday departs as the hour hand reaches 12,
reaching for the moon she sings
an anthem of how time took a leap,
Saturday has been long...