Thursday, September 19, 2013

The Barefeet Blogger Up Close



barefeet
carrying
the crucifix
of his woes
a pain
nurtured
without
water
like a
thorny
cactus
it grows
blooming
once in
lifetime
the beggar
poet does
not know
pictures as
poems he
froze she
violently
on his face
shut her
destinys
doors
sometimes
you ask
for less
you end
up getting
more fetid
bodily sores
fate washed
away like
a troubled
pebble on
a devastated
seashore
life solicits
on the streets
like a whore
to score or
not to score
bleeding core
rusty spirits
corroded ore

no not anymore
she spat and swore
i hate love stories
that end as folklore

all this pain
this suffering
what for
he whimpered
she sarcastically
laughed some more
holistically unhealing
unappealing tigress s
last stand and roar

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