A False Rhyme

Posted: March 27, 2013 in Poetry
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She snakes out frayed nerve fibers
Uses them as if marionette wires
& still this fool falls in behind her
As if he’s a sun eclipsed by a moon
She drains the light from the room
Don’t expect it back any time soon

Can’t seem to get up from his knees
This parasite does as she pleases
Some fall in love with their diseases
Ultramodern Stockholm syndrome
One day she’ll call & he won’t come
Some become uncomfortably numb

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Comments
  1. Reblogged this on ZENspeak and commented:

    Starting the second book so I figured to revisit some of the earlier material while busy fleshing this headache out. Keep writing eccentric comrades!

  2. I always try to write eccentric 🙂 Thank you for your inspiration today Carl.

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