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

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Surrender

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Come to me, she beckons
dark curves seducing me back
to this place of ambivalence
Desire, destruction hopscotch across her body
She smiles
keys cracked and black stained
rotten teeth
meth mouth
gaping hole waiting to be filled
with my words
she mocks my impotence
I wave the white flag

submitted for Magpie Tales 89