Sunday, May 15, 2011

Why Do Poets In Love End Up This Way

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on the soul
of humanity
a price
they pay
she came
she saw
she went
away
his muse
was more
smarter
they say
she was
the life
of his poetry
but not
his word play
she was gilded
a pearl in an oyster
he was nothing
but a broken pot of clay
fate threw him out on the roads
by the way he tried to slit his wrist
hung himself from a tree tried
to drown himself but death spurned
him like a leper all the way
he would have saved this ignominy
if if only he had been born gay
making love to his own kind in the hay
but he was in love with a woman ..
who accidentally fucked him so to say

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