Monday, March 29, 2010

The Messenger of Failed Love

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photo courtesy
jean marc gargantiel

jmgargantiel.zenfolio.com/p132891686

here i am
like a barren tree
standing
outside her house
withered hopes
fruitless branches
bent kowtowed
i am alone
a thought
in a crowd
i bang my head
against her door
i call out her name
aloud
humility
head bowed
she is arrogant
full of conceit
vane and proud
she loves a man
more heavenly
endowed
although
i have deleted her
from my fucked
consciousness
she wont be cowed
with the gift
of her touch
she can bring
me to life
from my shroud
but than outside her
door reads a plaque
dogs and dead indians
not allowed

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