Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Requiescat in Pace

I cannot pretend
To have fond memories
Of frequent kicks to the crotch
And flailing arms
Steadily pounding away
At what must have seemed
The less important sex
My tears were selfish
And centered on mortal ambiguities
That never crossed your mind
Brief encounters echoed down hallways
Like a herd of cattle
Despite only four feet on the ground
The deafening silence
Left in the wake of rambunctious forays
Left little room to think
Under the thick blanket of death
That reappears at unexpected intervals
Causing me to reconsider
And reorganize
Those initial thoughts
Still floating through empty space

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