fucking around with a married woman in a barn (part I)

chadwick
chadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
edited September 2010 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
and we tear it all apart
the evening making our bed of hay
old barn leans
weathered wind storm red

you’re always streaking away
never mine beside the water
only mine
fields
empty dry fields
nothing green

but you hurry back
and all of it bursts with emeralds
like all the intricate details are ours

even birdsongs sing
as they die for our parting ways
like a scratched record skipping
Love song
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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  • mikalina
    mikalina Posts: 7,206
    Good one Chad, ;) 8-)
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  • DangDang
    DangDang Posts: 1,551
    Each line unto itself is a poem in its own lined right
  • Godfather.
    Godfather. Posts: 12,504
    XLNT poem !!! but.....GANGER DANGER WILL ROBINSON !!!!! :D


    Godfather.
  • acrossssSsssshittt
    acrossssSsssshittt Posts: 1,014
    mother...fucker... nice
  • tremors
    tremors Posts: 8,051
    very very good!!
    Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection
    Send my credentials to the house of detention

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  • bigbadbill
    bigbadbill Posts: 1,758
    I approve !!
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