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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Friday, April 22, 2011

Demons of the Night

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Beware the demons of the night
They come to haunt the faded blooms
They whisper curses in your ear
You can't escape when the demons are near

Beware the demons of the night
They're long of tooth and white of hair
They wear your scars as their costume
Long buried secrets they cruelly exhume

Beware the demons of the night
They know what scares you most of all
Affairs, divorce, their eyes can see
Perhaps it's middle age ennui?

Beware the demons of the night
Lock them in the closet tight
Be a good wife, don't make a fuss
Brew up the coffee, put the kids on the bus.