Open Poetry #41 |
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The denial dance... |
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The Jackal Member
since 1999-08-13
Posts 426Springfield, Massachusetts U.S.A |
For every vision there must be a price A cautionary caustic tail wagging between your legs Of something greater than you There is a door behind you Waiting and hoping For you to slip into its wailing mouth Sit me down alone Imaginary sins I atone but they are real to me, real to me Both of us stuck in our past and present It is me I swear On the other end Of that cold empty telephone You throw words around and hope they stick Just never to you You are uncomfortable in your skin You must make me uncomfortable in mine I begin again to fall down the spine Sympathize with those sick; those deprived My last days are never meant to last Feeble weak whisper my apologies to those denied I prayed long for you to know death Wasting my bitter breath Crushing my endless wonder With your satellites and silent thunder At least you are real to me You are real to me The Mongrel cat came home, Holding half a head proceeded to show it off to all his new found friends |
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