Deadman's Whispers

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  • Auston
  • is not buying it, gravity can't be real.

Deadman's Whispers


I whispered in her ear,
"Hello my love, what brings you here?
This place is full of dark deceit,
you can't stay for long, sit down, let's eat.
For once you eat food off that plate,
you'll feel the rage, the lust, and hate.
I know it's what you came here for,
hope you're hungry, I've got more.
How about depression on the side,
pain from every drunken fight?
Here's a glass of guilt to drink,
maybe shame's the missing link...
If not, then you should taste regret,
love is just the thing, I bet.
You've buried him, and now he's gone,
left to rot, with things gone wrong.
With all your feelings on the table,
he was yours, and you were able,
to bury him, without details,
he whispers me a lovely tale."

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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.

Auston’s Poems (12)

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