To Question

What ever was there to know,

Whatever was there to have

on hand to so be questioned.

To question

answer

but on and off again,

Sinful friendliness

you are no help

at all.

Only past misconstruction

and always trifled hours.

2/16/11

Published by James J Jackson

I'm a poet from California.

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