Wednesday, 9 May 2012

7. "Prostitute"

In these half uttered;
                                 muttered 

             mangled words
Lies a...   ( f...a...r.......f..._...t...c...h..._...d) desire
To annul the said.

Frenzied jest could so much burn
                         The bridges -
That all regret would look
                    inadequate
           Like these contrived images
of insufficient Spackle for all the cracks.

Some poems be best left unfinished...
And unexplained.

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