kagablog

February 5, 2010

clearance sale

Filed under: jimmy "wordsworth" rage, poetry — ABRAXAS @ 7:22 pm

bittersweet memories
of extorted
kisses
caustic
loving .
lies
moaning,
our own
guilt
and greed..

clearing
our
tabernacles.

these shackles,
they hiss
sing,
ping -
ponging

rising
above the net total
of our own
dwelling ..

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