Poem by James W Taylor - November 26, 2005

[fillerbunny]

"I heard Ian Curtis
    killed himself,
                         again..."

I heard you divide yourself
to satisfy others

I heard that song before
the one about love: "lost but not forgotten"
and how he stole your heart
the one conveniently worn on your sleeve

She said, "shhhhhhh... ... ...
                      l i s t e n."

they're taking notes
          and watching us and hoping
          that we fail.

with a moan
          and a whisper
          a promise and
          a kiss, her
          hope
          was that love
          will prevail.

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