And beautiful things spilled out of the dustpan
The broom was a proud collector
Of tinsel and shiny shattered lives
The blood on the sleeves was not mine
Nor was it his
He was so beautiful.
The rum-soaked kiss on cigarette-lips
Goodnight.
I love you, little brother.
And all is darkness, a tingling abyss.
go for it.
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One thing I've always loved, loved, loved your works. Really, I have. They're profound. And short. But they don't clutter up the mind. And at the same time you cause people to have to think about them before they can really get it. You don't hand things to them on a silver platter.
I just love how Whimsical this piece is. It's really great. ♥ -
AMAZING great poem. so profound and powerful. i love the rhyming scheme and everything
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