Monday, June 28, 2004


Who the Man Was

. . . And he was the spike in my dream
Scar circling my wrist
He was mother’s whimper
Father’s brown shoe lace
Shredded and trampled
Found his way into everything
Inhabited my pupils
Gnawed ear drums, swung nostril to
Nostril, rested on upper lip fuzz
He rented on Ellsworth, owned on
Summerlea, murdered on Elmer
All charm and vomit
Burgers and pitch forks
I filed a restraining order
Asked for his hand in marriage


At 6:46 PM, Blogger Phatback said...

That sounds all poetical, but it could rhyme more. Remember what Ice-T says, Rhyme pays.


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