Looking Up.
This is a slippery slope
no roots or shoots to grope
no emergency rope and on
the face of it there is so little hope
that’s what I see
through this narrow periscope
now, I’ll shut my stupid trap
and cope.
This is a slippery slope
no roots or shoots to grope
no emergency rope and on
the face of it there is so little hope
that’s what I see
through this narrow periscope
now, I’ll shut my stupid trap
and cope.
February 21st, 2007 at 8:47 am
You know this, of course, but I adore internal rhyme and enjambment. I don’t know why, and neither do I care to analyse it, lest I break it.
But here it is, in this lovely little piece of work.
*small bow*