Denita Quackenbush

English 1102

Professor Lindberg

23 April 2012

Meaninglessness

My throat to the sky

is soft and sharp.

Wavering to and fro

the frog is saying not now.

The moon is cut

from an important bruise.

The cloud is kissed

by the big, wet red.

The rock is surprised

at how important the belief is.

To turn the eye away

could curve it’s cool meaninglessness.