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Drunk at 2 am
I have cried out
cancer, petals,
small dogs
and warfare
whilst men have stared
between their legs
and caught a glimpse
of nothing.
Women have stroked
their nipples erect
whilst their cunts
drip blood.
The gods
redefined us
whilst we were
taking a long,
effortless nap.
All has changed
in a slow,
sad short time
and through it all
I have been crying
cancer, petals,
small dogs
and warfare.
cancer, petals,
small dogs
and warfare
whilst men have stared
between their legs
and caught a glimpse
of nothing.
Women have stroked
their nipples erect
whilst their cunts
drip blood.
The gods
redefined us
whilst we were
taking a long,
effortless nap.
All has changed
in a slow,
sad short time
and through it all
I have been crying
cancer, petals,
small dogs
and warfare.
Published 14th Jan 2011
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Anonymous
17th Jan 2011 12:40pm
Clearly influenced by Bukowski, yet with its own distinctive voice, this is a sad and tragic poem with some great imagery and a strong narrative. What more could one ask for?
17th Jan 2011 12:49pm
I was surprised to get any praise on this one, but am grateful nonetheless. maybe if I had applied a little thought (as supposed to red wine) to the list of what I cried I would take a little more pride!
