Love Could Use A Break
Love is blind, walks with a cane and drunken staggersAfter hours out of a bar with grimy counters and broken hearts stacked up in overflowing bus pans, the refuse from all the shady, surfeit/starving customers who forgot to pay
their bill, who cut and ran a losing tab, tacked onto
'maybe tomorrow, '
Love has grown calloused and deaf from centuries of poems and prose
Written by groups of die hard conspirators trying to figure out Love's angle
Is off kilter and tends to cant askew, wearing a dress of rusted chains and fly blown flowers
Love lies down in the millennial gutter to sleep this one off.
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2014-08-23 at 00:20
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