The Poetry of Words & The Words of Poetry

euphemisms, inlets to oceans
made of wool, black wool, insinuations cleaving
to botched ideas, separate but equal
races evolving into a melting pot
of lies once heralded as truths
because history shows us so,
yet euphemisms, inlets to oceans made of wool,
black wool, sinks my sorrow and rocks my ego
to the left, I smile with blood streaming wisely
down my nostrils and to the right a mirror
reflecting the greatest treasure pirates grieve to
acknowledge

After words there are more words and after those
words
there are thoughts and after thoughts there is
understanding
and after understanding these words you may
acknowledge
the triviality of your reflection in my mirror in my poetry.

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Biography

I, Ernest Williamson III, am currently seeking an MFA in creative writing at the University of Memphis. My publication credits include Entropic Desires, A Room Without Walls, Pig n' Poets,
Driftnet Poetry, & The Canopic Jar No.10