a new version of "too many" recently published here
with too many why nots
to fill the coming
of the rest of it
it makes no difference if the sky
folds into neat piles of transparency
or if the what comes after
holds whatever key to unlock
entrances in blinding flames
sealed and forgotten in tomorrow's gold
and like I told you so
between you and me
you can see the short of it
the handle on the bar
the sweet I told you so
when night finds you all dark
in a hot pile of ashes
scorched with matches
undone misfired worn out
frail and ridiculed for being undone
in a farewell in advance
this bloody day farewell
that no cure can heal from pain
keeps anger on the run
and little men feeding
their imaginary ego shadows
with rotten darkness
the solitary man's farewell
where the sinister congregate
and the grass wilt and die
will always be close
to he that demands his will
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-05-18 at 18:50
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with too many why nots
with too many why nots
to fill the coming
of the rest of it
it makes no difference if the sky
folds into neat piles of transparency
or if the what comes after
holds whatever key to unlock
entrances in blinding flames
sealed and forgotten in tomorrow's gold
and like I told you so
between you and me
you can see the short of it
the handle on the bar
the sweet I told you so
when night finds you all dark
in a hot pile of ashes
scorched with matches
undone misfired worn out
frail and ridiculed for being undone
in a farewell in advance
this bloody day farewell
that no cure can heal from pain
keeps anger on the run
and little men feeding
their imaginary ego shadows
with rotten darkness
the solitary man's farewell
where the sinister congregate
and the grass wilt and die
will always be close
to he that demands his will
Poetry by Bob
Read 590 times
Written on 2015-05-18 at 18:50
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