Poetry by Thomas Park at Spillwords.com



written by: Thomas Park



Lines upon lines upon lines
Words make visual rhythm
Typed keys of black on white

We have your needs in stock
Love, desire
Loss, birds in song
Shakespearean echoes

Rows of thoughts
Self-pity, lust
Some worth a dime
If genuine

Sent to heaven in kilobytes
To become flickering lights
In the library there above

Strange fruit on a massive vine
For tribes of future librarians

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