or i will be a man who
says nothing,
or i will be a man
who says less
it's not really the truth
that matters
the room is what
you'd imagine it to be
myself at a table,
this woman on the other side,
and all she wants is
a confession
all she wants is a
betrayal
an admission that power
will always defeat love
that money makes a sound
like hammers on nails
like nails driven through
flesh, into wood,
and so i say nothing
i sing a song filled with
the blood of ghosts
i consider what it means
to have an enemy
3 comments:
Very much enjoying your poetry here, John, and have been for quite some time. You've inspired me to start my own poetry blog... again.
-Susan
susan, good to hear from you, just glad that someone's reading what i post.
i just started a blog at myspace, too, to see what's going on over there. definitely better than posting on poetry boards.
Good to hear from you too, John. Thanks for the comment at my blog. Let me know how myspace goes. Yes, this may just be the next step up from the poetry boards. I'm sort of skipping out on submitting things for the time being too. I just want to write it, post it, hope somebody reads it. You know?
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