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

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Amber

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 You
oozed anger
out of every pore
Seething
Burning
Hot
Trapped everyone 
in your path
of caustic destruction
But time
tempers
even the whitest flame
Anger hardens
fossilizes amberlike
You 
polish your distortions
hoard your resentments
like precious stones
string them
on a necklace of self-righteousness
so heavy
You
can't even
breathe.