mr cash
mr cash



good night

she flails herself
with the amber numbers
she needs
listening to the music
dancing to her heart...

she starts
to imagine the words and situations
that impart the spark
she needs
knowing very well
where she is going.

ending herself so tidily
tucked up and
so implied
she smiles
knowing all the while
what she might become

listening to the final
song.




Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-10-23 at 05:50

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NicholasG
....and it burns, burns, burns...
2009-10-23