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Friday, March 16, 2012

requiem for love

 - i -
.
there is no trace of the angel
who once lied there. 
his white blanket cast off
by his red-hot toes,
he flopped about till
it all melted away,
his presence no more reliable
than a winnipeg winter.


and now the girl believes this:
there is nothing sacred about love, 
after all.



2 comments:

norton said...

:-((

Anthony Duce said...

Very good. These bouts of reality fade fast.