to collapse on the floor
while a heart stands silently
peeling stars
peeling tough stars from the skies
barren lips shaken
words over words
shadowed by unrelenting curtains
he describes it as cheap labor
the art of writing poetry that is
to dangle participles
of regular past verbs
by their ankles
embracing their high heeled splendor
until closet is vacant
bed left unmade
kettle unboiled
write it down neatly, i say
then maybe, just maybe
i might understand you
by mary ann blinkhorn
written for Three Word Wednesday at: http://www.threewordwednesday.com/
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