I am the he

I am the he that holds a word
holier than a cat with no tail,
than the flight of a bluebird,
than the flesh beneath a nail.

I am the he who sleeps in ashes,
who cries in blood and passion.
I am the he that finally crashes
in sentiments, out of fashion.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2007-01-07 at 00:19

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Christian Lanciai
Excellent!
2007-01-07


betsy Firefly
How does one crash in a sentiment out of fashion, Bob?
The old sob story?

I read of pride that comes crashing down here.
2007-01-07