verse – 221013

October 23, 2013 § Leave a comment

storm fronts swarm as you perfect your lament spend mind on how much time you have lent to your bondage beyond where the bedraggled are kept the borrowers lay wounded openly begging for rent bandage the bleeders bloodletting will get you nowhere in the battle for gold or for lead drain the light so the dark will have a place to call bed then bend on down until your head comes to rest on the stone you have carved to display your regret spelled out in odd letters of lost alphabets then lay yourself low lay yourself low lay yourself low

(c) 2013 Fred Whitehead

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