Radiation Will Be The Judge To Which You Will Testify


Why did she leave,
running from her self-induced karma cartwheel
feeling guilty from those she crossed paths,
or from those she just crossed
her thin lips illicit hate from the downtrodden
turning the circus folk downside up
fits of rage fit the bill of her enemy
deep scratches into the topsoil unearthed her weapon
sirens and sailors laughing in the distance
She is too irresolute for this abuse
but her shell was too frangible to survive
She sloughed it in the hopes of a darker future,
dwelling in a dark corner of the pub
beer thrust and sheer lust,
her only, lasting comfort remaining

One response

  1. bunnyblu

    a resonance of desolation… thx for yr visits to my blog… i like the depth of yr poetry… u r speaking from the innersoul!

    January 17, 2008 at 2:41 am

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