It wasn't,
saw the neon door.
It wasn't,
saw somebody, your face.
Move in direction to bleed fatal,
It wasn't heard,
a name never heard.
It wasn't heard,
to meet a secret.
Suspecting done detecting to bleed fatal.
It wasn't,
saw a letter fallen.
It wasn't,
couldn't love mistaking.
Guess waiting, bleed fatal…
just waiting.
Friday, January 7, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 421
Leave Me to Bleed
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Drop a line, a quip, a snippet, your pants, or an anecdote...just don't drop the soap.