28 November 2010 § Leave a comment

revenge is young and sweet –
a lady in disguise
sold up and down the empty
trenches, despite her glowing eyes.

the patchwork ceiling
is reining in oblivion,
collecting up the millions

she earned with her denial –
a dinner set for learning
the business of communion

drunken originality.
he didn’t say that color was dull,
he promised the ashes
a miracle and a tabby cat
so he could watch
the flames unfurl
before he fled to the back
of the wartorn room

the man up front growled at him,
said something about doing his best
and to please sit down,
for he’s distracting class.


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