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Wednesday, September 16, 2009

layed out, unhidden

shadows in her hair
scream, boy beware,
reflection in a red balloon
birth at high noon
and the flags lowered
for souls never flowered

cat green eyes are blue
filled with a sadness for you
layed out, unhidden,
a livving sin
and corner store romance
taking its last chance


Ande said...

A beautiful poem. You capture movement and makes up a vivid picture.

Andy Coffey said...

I like the rhythm of this poem. I couldn't put my finger on it, but it is somehow like a spell.