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strung along on bed posts
by Philip F De Pinto
how can one be love drunk
who's never imbibed in love?
how can one be homesick
who's never dabbled in home
or such themes as have one courting oneself counting
the times he's loved gotten drunk on himself alone
albeit there was a sickness in so doing
and not a drunkenness or even a corruption
lest you count the dolls cut out of the day's headlines
and strung along on bed posts
the rubber dolls you fashion with your own breath
which you force to exhale post the fact
given you needed to flatten and fold them
and store back in their box
given there was no room for any of them
to bide long side you in a bed lacking in such tensile strength
as would hold more than the notion of you alone
lest you mean to fortify such a bed
lest you mean to be love drunk
for its own sake lest you mean
to be homesick for the cardboard boxes
or doorways in which you find yourself flopped
laid out like gospel truth
01/17/2013 Posted on 01/17/2013
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