Wednesday, May 20, 2009

5/20/09

his flesh flushed
flashes of fireworks
and his face was the birthday of a nation
so colorful
so free
like when we first find love
but it was dry now
bitter and stale
the taste of bad milk
the stink of lady liberty's ashes
his love was old
so i told him my name

p.farris

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