Monday, December 16, 2013

My Friend Stopped By Last Night

My Friend Stopped By Last Night

The party did not stop
when you knocked on the front door
but we went downstairs.
There I listened for
some tell tale, some sign of things
to come. You said stuff
and I oiled my legs
as I must these days. They crack
open and fill me with
dread as they bleed out-
just a little bit, two drops
last time. I hear you,
you know. I hear you.
It bruises my heart and scrapes
skin off both my ears.

‎December ‎16, ‎2013 6:05 AM

Butch and Sundance at the last. There is friendship and love but the rain has stopped for good.

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