pubescent love,
like the love between
the otherwise married,
creates leaves of wilting poetry
curling crisp for the oncoming
winter
winter of our discontent
but not literature
not the song of the bards
just the whimpers
of the wounded.
Only the love of would-have-been strangers
bound like the living
to a corpse
an albatross formed
from naive hopes
produces music.
Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 11:35 PM UTC
pubescent love,
like the love between
the otherwise married,
creates leaves of wilting poetry
curling crisp for the oncoming
winter
winter of our discontent
but not literature
not the song of the bards
just the whimpers
of the wounded.
Only the love of would-have-been strangers
bound like the living
to a corpse
an albatross formed
from naive hopes
produces music.
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