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A Poem by Wilicous

As darkness crawls

Like a tortured kitten

Into a closet

best left

Unopened and quiet.

 

I miss it

Like I miss myself

As I miss Bukowski

Despite the new poems

Post vitam

 

His widow

Dances a bit

As he falls into the ground

Unrecognized, unsupported

Undead

 

Pianos and violins

fill my head as

My heart blooms

and darkness crawls

Like a tortured kitten

into a box of old poems

and dies too slow

© 2008 Wilicous


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Loved the flow of this and the play on words and ideals, mary

Posted 15 Years Ago


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Hey, I really like this. Especially the part that repeats at beginning and end. Good stuff...

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Wilicous
Wilicous

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I did not start writting poetry till 25....after football and all athletics faded away...I hope I am at least...hmm...you are at least able to stomach my thoughts and words...and the order in which I .. more..

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A Poem by Wilicous