Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Ever Unconsoled





The joke ended tonight with a statement
So gory unrelenting and sordid that
It stole the last vestige of hope
From the ugly clowns soul

The farce had a girl and her life was painted
The audience and the fool knew the end
But he still wanted to dream a dummy passion
So real that he would talk to her eyes when delusional

The satire was enmeshed with sunshine
And perhaps with an incredible intoxication which
He sought in her eyes and which resembled a love
That never ringed a silence in her prison walls

To sin is necessary, to pray is vile
An agreement to love is disastrous
Like brokered fate and lyrical tyranny
A rattlesnake inhabits his emptiness now
 




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