Cramped heart

“Won’t sleep ’til I’ve felt as bad as I can”

Cramped heart

in bed with love

no peace

thinking of who you might love.

small details

now great,

the girls of yore –

I insinuate

“are you OK?”

a final ‘nite’.

no answer there

pain stings, in bites

not my game

this tempest, love

it’s sad to see

my heart’s not strong

my self does not suffice.

but whose does?

“blast them and all their kin”,

as I swing from a tree, full-blown

– February 16, 2009.

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