Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Rude Poetry for...

2.4  Farewell

Another book with cover opened
cover closed
replaced on shelf
and no light left burning
in the stacks
with a promise
keep in touch
built on no intention
and less than polite desire
for a table evenly spaced
with chairs set round
full of mannequins
self-important and blustering
after the lights are out
as if they had any intention
of listening to voices
that might find their was
into those plastic ears
when all they die to do
is talk.



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