Friday, June 28, 2013

I Was Born Mad I Pretend To Be Sane


a beggar poet
held in chains
of a chemical
romance
ensuing pain
she has gone
leaving a
void but
her musky
scent on
my poetic
soul remains
poetically
insane
a madness
that affects
the lumbar
region
before it
affects
the poets
brain
pathos
passion
captive
constrains
more painful
when it rains

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