Monday, January 21, 2013

hateful

The devilish thing
I neither said or meant
crept up again behind
my crazy eyes and
many kindnesses.
That I do not say
ever that thing I think
is one of the thousand poisons
I sprinkle upon every
tender of affection and
mix into each sublime prayer.
I make no sense and
mend happiness with sword strokes.
This isn't working you say
and I laugh again.

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