I Am Dead Meat Now Back On Sale at Facebook After 11 Months, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.
she slaughtered me
skinned me she had
a grouse with my
beggars laptop
my needy mouse
fires of love
onesided in my
case i could
not douse
back on
facebook
my passion
dysfunctional
my fragmented
libido poetically
i shall massage
to arouse
deleted doomed
lost found
i have nothing
but incomplete
genius
left to browse
her cleopatra nose
her swan like neck
her arched
eyebrows
fruits of her
loom a laden bough
a friendship request
she may ignore
or perhaps allow
feline turpitude
her catty miaows
her form
body clinging
in a gypsy tiered
skirt her lacy blouse
on her birthday
this present
to be her silent
admirer
i take a vow
my love
my destiny
my head
bowed
lonely
single
in a crowd
a beggar poet
embalmed
satiny folds
of a bleeding
shroud
a line
running
on the Venus
of her mound
her page
cannot be
displayed
cannot be
found
I was dead on Facebook since the time she deleted me but than a glimmer of hope brings me back tryst with my beggars destiny on a weeping wall.. no she has not poked me as yet..
