The End
Ever get the feeling
something can't be mended.
stuck in limbo, you yo-yo
and wish it had ended.
Potent mix of coffee-whiskey
in the bloodstream blended
wide-eyed, drunk on thoughts,
All for the better, I pretended.
----
Rouge
Up at the hour of loneliness
of her empty bed
Narcissa painted her toenails
a wanton shade of red
Far away, in the throes
of yet another orgasm
Juliet painted the town
a happy shade of red
The possessed one, Durga,
in the fury of scorn
painted his nightmares
with an angry shade of red
Quiet in her quilted corner
Cathy, (*identity concealed),
painted her mind with
a helpless shade of dread.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
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