part II

she tap taps her keys a
little less
a little less
behind tired eyes
wearied fatigue
pulling her

short strands fall
glisten reflect whiskeys sour roar
a hush a bye
silent baby cries
as the tv lip syncs distress calls of the moral

its another night
another fight
tap
tap
tap

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January 22, 2013
Categories: Despair . . Author: Gary

1 Comment(s)

  1. Comment by Poetry and Icecream on February 9, 2013 3:15 pm

    I like the words you’ve used here. Nicely done :)

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    My work explores the relationship between new class identities and emotional memories.
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