prayed for the sun at least each half an hour.
Duties to a God unseen,
were mixed with false ones to a false queen.
My brother's keeper, I forgot,
under shorting lights of a parking lot.
Gravity is blood's best friend,
returned to sender, my love, evil intent.
And I never thought I'd hear from you again.
Cheers.
1 comment:
A fellow blogger. Thanks for the invite. Please visit my blog sometime. It's www.bustyourself.blogspot.com
I apologize in advance for the rant. Hope you're doing well. Keep in touch
Also, I'm following up on your cemetery piece--following the development that is. Your piece was stellar--absolutely beautiful. You're such a great writer.
-Ashley
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