Tuesday, August 14, 2007

She Says She is an Open Book

She hides in a veil
Says she is an open book
Perhaps this old geezer
She for a fool mistook
Yes my heart sunk
Onlined and hooked
The best of me
On a slow fire
Simmering hot and cooked
A fact when she injected me
With a virus of love
Overlooked
She drives over my dead body
Crime unbefitting punishment
She connives to have me booked
Resurrecting me as a poet
A pot boiler in his own
Pictorial Juices overcooked


posted 19 nov 2006

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