Why Not?
by scott from jail

She,
Dante-described she-wolf,
Was googling that night...

If ever there was
Something sad, well
It would be like the seeming lie I heard from her
Crawling down the street
At night,
A shadow
Waiting for me, whispering:
Is it you?
Death, silk-lined like a box of good chocolates,
Smiling, sexy, clean,
With bright blue eyes and a demonic smile
Glancing with one-too-many set up photographs, waiting
Whilst I readied my future
Like an erring soul...


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Published: 12/2/10   ·  Author's Page   ·  Next Poem