Poem -
COCAINE -OUTSIDE THE WINDOW
If we dance
where the old folks feed those corners
the straight ones
hanging in lines of fruited vines
perhaps leaving secret words
for the unwritten letters to parade
if I dance
in shaven broken souls
cutting veins to suck the sunrise
laid on steel coffin lids
tripping on the glass slippers
all chipped and ill from the disease
Shadows dance
against cigarette smoke and lipstick
caressed death
stroked in nights thoughtful regret
dirty roads rustle around
these borrowed feet
waiting to dance
beaten and drowning
this mornings girl
cleans my heart
dancing starts again
but deaths patient robbery
keeps me scrubbing
to bleed clean
again
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Comments
Beautifully composed
thanxΒ