by heart

walden freemanwalden freeman Posts: 511
trembling, i shake alone
or sit still wondering what was meant
when you were soldering
each door shut in your echoing
heart with dimming lights
the festive trimmings were trimmed
an empty ballroom was all that was left
no dancers or champagne-sickened young ladies
with white teeth shielding their tongues
from further bites
and eyelids that cover
the gemstones embedded into white orbs
donated from space or at least
a night sky over a rural area
not polluted by the casino brightness
or the honking of cabs
or the smoldering houses in poor neighborhoods
where the people still pray the rosary
and put on their sunday best.
praise the lured!
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