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Oct 06, 2005 21:49

Sylvia Plath if I had been Ted Hughes

In those days the hospitals were chalk white
like sterile grecian columns
pillars of ill fated attempts
the best intentions in a gentle hum of orders and apologies
imagine the contrast
a bloody mess of two
i carried you through the treshold
the wife and the widdower
wrapped up in my jacket
a wrecking ball, pale and fragile
we caused quite a stir
you and i......or rather i alone
kept the hair out of your face
and your mary janes from dragging
lady lazurus crooning as if a fifties ballad
syncapated beats and all
like Jhonny Ray up and out trough the Country Belle
they called it at 4:00 p.m.
the last warm day of october
but i knew you had been dead for years
catatonic in the guest room
or wild and erotic, violently throwing your skinny body about
hush hush, howl howl
getting your living out of the way
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