Suicide Blonde

Suicide Blonde

A Poem by Bruce
"

....

"

the

poisoned mind

flourishes

with a new season

of black deceit

trembling hands

do little to soothe

in times of such

reckless abandon

 

see you in dreams

your eyes lock

with mine

 

over and over

your grip like

oh wow,

and I'm

gasping for air

 

like the first time

 

© 2011 Bruce


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Added on December 1, 2011
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Bruce
Bruce

Chicago, IL



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