last waltz


you sat like on needles
thin and deadly
speared, chained tight
and smiled

hissing through sealed lips
you laughed
threw your head back
and let your hair dance

the black stains on your skin
were a film
burnt to it
and the air you exhaled
heavy with self-contempt
in saliva you christened your fingers
avariciously

captivated by your performance
sat a fool
grumbled tactfully
with your hissing last breaths
and invited with a bow your locks of hair
to a very last waltz






Poetry by MadinSane
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Written on 2005-06-22 at 13:41

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Aaron Jon Wells
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2005-07-27


Aaron Jon Wells
i like. peace n something else that remains nameless.

keep on pressing ink to page.

word: plastered on digital highway.
2005-07-27


R.K.Singh
You have said so much with "your
hissing last breaths". Very poetic suggestion.
R K
2005-07-22


chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
a dark piece i found - not sure of the word 'like' in the very first line, seems to stop the flow, but other than that i enjoyed the read. the world spins on as we dance across the blades of our lives.
2005-06-23