Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Poetry in 3s, Part 1

Aluminum Structure

Hair in your face
like ghosts in a house
thinking of escaping
to the twilight
of a soul that burns
for something more
than a life
of burden
and despair

Bar Fly

Constant presence
and constant doubt
on your devotion to me
Questionable tendencies
lead to my blackened fate
as I open the fridge
and grab another beer

Carpet Burn Romance

Egregious tendencies
Force your tensions tighter
This carpet burn romance
You call your life
No longer breathes
As I choke it to death

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