Thursday, January 13, 2011

No Title for Sorrow

I thought about you yesterday,
there was nothing new about that.
I thought about you all the days before
when I plucked roses from the garden
     in the morning,
when I blew off the lamps before sleepless
     demons came at night.

I thought about you in silence,
     arranged the most enticing bouquet
     of good news, smiles, and kisses

(But we were only imaginary pictures,
     fading from my mind as maggots multiplied
     amongst wilted roses, and through broken
     windows nightly demons raped my body.)

13 Jan 2011
a happy birthday
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