Monday, July 4, 2011

Poem: Twister

Another piece from Danse Macabre (see "Slave Ship" below). Life is full of inspirations for such poems, unfortunately.




some hearts have only
ornamental doors, the sort
that prettify brick walls.

it seems they want
to invite you in, and learn
about where you came from.

you even have a key,
gold and ornate,
entrusted with a smile

under eyes as open
and accepting
as graves.

as dutiful.

yet there’s no warm bed
as you shiver in search,
losing your heat.

what kind of home is this?
you think.
where are the mementos

and the drawers?


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