if and when there
is no god
is only the house of the
dying man and the
tears of his children and if the
songs cannot wash away
the pain
if the woman you lie next to
tastes like failure
when she tells you
she no longer loves you
no longer believes in
your fists
lets you kiss her scars
but only because
she's already gone
2 comments:
powerful writing as always john...good to find your blog...
i sent an email to your yahoo account...
thanks,
ray, co-editor (with pj nights) of from east to west: bicoastal verse
ray, many thanks. glad people are finding the blog.
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