internal infernal
internal infernalto her all
is still external
the receding moon
the porous journal
of dead man rolling
in the after-shadows
the echo of has been
cluttering fluttering
is all she wants
clawing at November's down
mincing all meaning
threading tutorials
waiting
for the first snow
grievously gruelingly
I demand her heart
in exchange
all was quietly cruel
the night's dark threat
went ambiguously bad
the madness of consciousness
the futility of understanding
the call of weary whys
in the dying of the I
leaves a brisk formality
a love to die for
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2014-11-17 at 20:39
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