Tuesday, August 31, 2010


Vagrant heart spasm
free mixture splattered
what’s wrong back in
attempt to reassure

Treatment mutters forever
scooping out relationship
with teeth exposed like
a woman with no past

I ask because it’s that simple
Checkered history goes
where I need not devise
a good idea of what
happens next

The door opens and shuts
looking suddenly bereft
aching to be parallels
that soothe but never
put off the urge to cry

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