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No More Secrets!
by Chris Sorrenti
for the lost and wounded souls
of all the Columbine massacres...
past...and future
Monsters never come in the traditional shapes and colors
all born same way as the rest of us
fermented slowly, vinegar from wine
some turned back in time, once their secrets are revealed
Casting off demons is an uncertain business
take yours for a walk, and keep a tight leash
but if you should ever feel fur slowly spreading on the inside
the tea pot whistle in your head about to scream
relax, though coming off the wall
you’re never alone, the phone is always there
© 1997
Revised © 2015 and 2017
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10/04/2017 Posted on 10/04/2017
Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/04/17 at 03:47 PM This is so spot on for our times. "fermented slowly, vinegar from wine" is a great line and that last stanza is so rich in imagery, especially "the tea pot whistle in your head about to scream". My pick for poem of the day today. |
| Posted by Kris Mara on 10/06/17 at 08:52 PM ...so timely...hard to even comment on, but well said, as always, Chris... |
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