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Elegy

Tomorrow, when you die, I
won’t be there.

Instead I’ll be wearing
your shaved off hair
in a murky bar
downtown somewhere;
and as I galavant around,
the people will stare
At me! At me!
and at the
bubblegum
in our hair…

and it will be fun
to paint my face red
in the shape of
a heart undone

and I’ll drink lots of beer,
I’ll wear socks that are blue,
and as the crowd looks on
they’ll really be watching you…
HA! But of course, my friend!
(That’s just what they do!)

Maybe I’ll black out my teeth
and walk hunkered like a troll;
or just talk kind of funny
and tell them I’m really old —

Alas, I won’t care: I’ll have
your pockethole of soul.

Elegy

Crockpot

Joined November 2007

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Artist's Description

This is a poem I wrote for class back in college. It’s about an ongoing love/hate relationship I had for several years with a guy I was terribly in love/hate with. I gave him a copy of this and he loved it.
© 1995

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