Poyetry

Monday, July 09, 2007

Tangles

when I bitched about it
she said, here's your money back.
I felt real bad -- like it
was blood money --
but I put it in my pocket.
I had really hoped
she'd help me comb
the tangles of anger out of my brain.
hey, Jack!
how was it
before they cut
the wad of gum
that sleep gooed
into your hair?

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