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Dear Darcy
by Nicole Assenzaback of the arm drags across the mouth
and a fool piano grins,
teeth are splayed and fingered, all imbibed
play along some other spine, in mind
does it sing sweet, or sting
remembering?
true or false it may ring,
imagine it, rather sobering;
(the poetry escapes you
as often soul escapes from hell)
a bolt from the blue, its water to wine
if, when, chew your tongue
and cry, cry, cry,--
the blood is cooled
from a lack of supply--
by a saccharine devil, dear Darcy
you were so, caught
however, wasnt there
a lovely lilt,
perhaps, one measure in nine
to the song, caught in the right rhyme?
pray, to play that tune again,
yet its not quite right
oh, to once more, record
refrains of inebriated ivory
unable to reinvent a bliss
and so uninspiring is this:
in reply
a smile in candlelight
01/13/2008 Author's Note: do you feel sorry for your bullets, your bombs?
Posted on 01/14/2008
Copyright © 2025 Nicole Assenza
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