Death of a friend

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    Death of a friend

    Eyes filled with tears and water,
    Wet, salty about to falter.
    "Where is she?"
    "Where is Marty?"

    All wet and soured, smelly, wet.
    Rainy and sleety and pounding cement.
    Sewage,rail pain and toil,
    "I scream Marty, Marty!"

    Pointed chin all fair and blood,
    I cry almost to serve a flood.
    Scream aloud "Marty!"

    The laughter is gone.
    The pain adheres like glue but,
    Worse, like fly paper never to be removed.
    Exquisite scar. pain, pain.
    Groan I do, night and day.
    Marty, Marty, too much pain.

    Death shrouds, black, pews.
    Flowers of life.
    "Marty, Marty?"
    She lies still.

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    TheAngelOfDeath commented on Death of a friend

    04-07-2009

    yet again i know how you feel :(

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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