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When the love-fairy's
withdrawn to her nest,
and the invisible musician
finally stopped strumming
his romantic guitar strings,
will you still come
looking for me,
drenched in those
now-almost-forgotten
poetic drizzles
to dance together
to the melody of
silence?
Though you may descry
war-pigs thrashing butterflies
with dogs clapping by,
as fallen petals
clot city gutters,
look close
into the Stygian mirror
and you'll find
me on the other side of darkness,
washed in moonlight,
waiting under the starry silver-blues
with a thousand bullet-holes
in my still-breathing heart -
yet holding onto
the cartridge
you fired last.
And with your needle-sharp gaze
you'll see
coke choking my veins
but me
still bleeding love.
I am that thirsty poet
ploughing the mundane,
singing for the princesses of pretense,
digging his own grave.
I hate romantic poems...coz mine always end up smelling of blood,tears and sperm!
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Part of the Letters To Juliet collection
Published on October 01, 2017
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