Monday, July 11, 2016

Poem scrawled on a napkin in a bar

A vacuous laugh in a vacuum
Still grates on the soul
Clueless clues left for paternal patrons----------------------------------------------------------------------------
-------stepping stones for my abusers
Head hang for the hanged as the hanged’s head hangs

There I am
Over there
The one in the noose

Did you get here in time? I didn’t.

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