A Southern Poetaster
An inferior poet, living too far south...
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Jan 5, 2013
tired
the warmth of the spirit
from yesterday's memory
runs down the thoughts,
numbing the pain
chasing the shame
to the corner of the room
where the light switch
is turned down, like sheets
waiting for the weary to rest.
(a drunken poem)
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