Friday, July 27, 2012

Recalling Verdun (Short Story Slam Week 23)





            
The group teased and baaed like sheep,
toying with the weekend
to the flashing cliff,
A shaved dog with a suitcase followed behind.
.
Bodies dived down bitterish daydreams,
Limitless confusion, some groaned for
years about sins that's hurtful,
Perhaps hope hid in acid rain.
.
The July vacation, under floods of loss,
Friendship halts under foolish clouds,
I fear of nothing penitent, no crime,
You're the first and only contradiction, glittering death.








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Tuesday, July 10, 2012