Monday, July 2, 2012


Oh tasty, succulent truth
I cannot hold you on my tongue
yet I cannot remove you from my heart

A blabbering strand of articulation
does nothing to rid you from 
the deepest cavity of my soul. 

I loathe the stain you have left
No rubbing, no washing will remove
your tiresome mark

As my body marches to the left 
truth-imprisoned within me 
screeches and fights to move right


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