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

Monday, August 29, 2011

The Bright Side

Sometimes, my love, there is no silver lining
When one door closes
they all slam shut
You are a Mormon on a street of
atheists
Sometimes, my love, gray skies are gray
for such a long time you forget
what light is; it burns your eyes
And if you keep looking up
you get a stiff neck and
bird shit in your face